Workplace recollections
Valuable lessons I’ve learned from coworkers over the years.
Thought dictators? Hardly.
Can we really call the inability to compromise an erosion of personal choice? I’d suggest not.
Self-portrait. Kind-of.
Me and a wall. A bit of garbage, too.
Kenneth Gilbert and Bach help me with yard work
A weed puller, crab grass, inventions, sinfonias, and a well-tempered clavier.
The bad word games?
Shit happens, and sometimes the public is the first to notice. No big.