Giving Thanks

Just this. One day out of the year to remind us to be grateful every day. We stand on the shoulders of giants. On their bones, their deeds, their hopes and dreams. The race as a tone that’s been set. Noisily, bangingly, begrudgingly and brutally. Somehow we’ve ended up at F#. It’s a fine note. Let’s stay. Play. And be who you and the next you can be thankful for.

Fall Weather

Heavy grey. Extatic moments of sunlight. And the Giants win the World Series. Again. (!!!)

276. Always

300. Holy F#$k It's The Sun

302. Romo
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