Brrrr. Dug out the big sweater. I am grateful for warmth and taps that open to deliver clean water. Oh, and cornmeal pancakes.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Here’s a job I might consider, if I could do it part time: mortuary transport driver. Two years ago or so I cajoled H. into letting me drive a hearse to Illinois, bearing someone on their next to-last earthly journey. It was an honor, really. Plus we stopped on the way back and ate fried walleye, back in the days I was eating more of that kind of stuff.