Houston and the Grave of Mr. Howard Hughes (the Original)

The weather has turned truly chilly, it seems. Our low tonight is supposed to be 39˚F. Today, we finally got lucky as regards all the days of searching in antique stores. Plus, I got a very sweet deal on a Royal Quiet Deluxe portable, which I have long coveted. I have this dream of a gallery of manual typewriters. And I got a Halloween card from my mom. Anyway, tomorrow, I have to go back to being a writer. I have been doing far too little of that lately, and I've been neglecting a lot.

Bad me, I know.

Later,
CRK




3:55 p.m.