Enjoy. Where are you--Rangoon?

Yeah, I guess so. But I miss them.

What a warm, inviting place . . .

Yes, Bacchus For A Day.

I'll mention it to them.

Danke, B.B. See you there.

Danke, Thomas. See you soon.

Thanks, hermano. Keep on keeping on.

I love fog.

Enjoy. Let's do it up for his 100th.

She is a philosopher.

What a great idea. You think it's going to happen soon? If they disappear, who's going to peddle all the hate?

No problem: I exist in a beneficial way.

You think it's radioactive?

The rare albino spider. Should I alert the Arachnid Society?

The newspaper. Every minute of every day the noose tightens. Free speech? Don’t be absurd.

The egg.

The dog, mid-bark.

The morning, with fog, 6:40 A.M.

A frieze of Frau B. in the days when she used to fetch me wine.

I hear they also sell beer and puppies.

The crown of a foggy evening.

Somebody is waiting for the train, but it’s not me. I find this to be a beautiful concept.”

Fungus of the day.

Danke, my friend. Should I unfurl my umbralla?

What else can we do but laugh in the dark?

You are absolutely right. Sadly.

Excellent. I hope you practiced the function after drinking all that wine.

I'm stuck on #392, No rats have appeared in a month or more.

I pray that you are right.

Brava!

Not here. Weather report says it won't rain again here this decade.

There a still a couple of good people left in America. You can find the tour schedule on the Hanser Verlag site.

I wish I were there with you.

Danke, Marcella.

The newspaper.

The egg.

The dog.

The ramp down to my favorite beach.

Additional morning.

The morning, with fog snd garbage truck, 6:32 A.M.

Night II.

Night.

Looking them up now . . .

One is plenty for me.

Mine are mostly still tadpoles, trying to lose their limbs and tails.

Thank you. I'll see you in November.

We hang our heads and tremble.

Enjoy. I know you will. This one moves like a freight train.

It's going out with a bang, not a whimper.