I even have his page-a-day calendar (a tried & true test of fan loyalty!) and a personal, handwritten postcard from him on my fridge.
I sent him my Country Music Song Titles, and he sent me a postcard!
In my book, that's as good as published!
While we're looking at my fridge,
I'm getting a playful, juvenile, introspective,
zen vibe from all this stuff.
I wonder what my shrink would think.
Vietnam Monument in DC. Very nice.
... some Thoreau, and wait, what is that I spy?
I see a David head peeking from beneath?
Let's see what that is...
... heh heh ...
I went to Italy, remember? It's art !
Then we have sort of a
Robert Frost-Chinese fortune cookie-Curious George-
baby's foot stamped onto music paper-insipration-montage.
Cheer & spirituality each time I go for a snack!
Nearby, a random assortment of childishness...
Granted, these are on the side of the fridge, not the front.
I just can't bear to dispose of these old bits of memorabilia.
And who doesn't enjoy a joke about lutefisk?
Ah yes. Now, here we have a special item.
A souvenir from when I met the legendary Caroll Spinney
(the real BB--also does Oscar the Grouch!)
Whew, all this psychoanalysis and reminiscing has given me a hankering for a snack.
Yum, Greek Yogurt.
Or maybe some of that veggie mess in the Tupp behind it.
Oh, here we go ... I found just what I wanted.
Yep, I am officially in for the night.