Monthly Archives: July 2011

One of the heroes of my youth ( and his charming and lovely wife) paid a visit and had lunch with us in the little hacienda today.  Not often is a classmate and contemporary a hero but he was, and … Continue reading →

You can’t make this stuff up.  Reading the appearance of this ferret on the beach this morning as some kind of sign, the Feral Poet split for parts unknown, leaving this photo and nothing else.