low hills
big skies.
tonight was a strange night.
Villanova beat Pittsburgh on some straight bullshit, but that wasn’t the worst of it. no, just a strange night at a bar, is all.
and that’s it. that’s all. I am listening to this song again. a freight train is moving through town. I always think to grab hold as it moves away.
Good article.
http://www.salon.com/opinion/greenwald/2009/03/28/webb/index.html
nice… I concur