It's an old story. A bearded man finds love, a career, owls and fifteen hundred books in a part of the country he'd previously never anticipated even visiting. He learns to stop apologizing for his very pointed interest in the darkest aspects of life and comes to terms with his spirituality, which could be classified as "probably voodoo." He shares his home with a homonculus, an ocelot and a semi-feral catling and regularly interacts with federally protected birds.You know, that tired hat.
Saturday, June 04, 2005
The corn. The purple dot is The Republic of Bloomington; the pink one, Greenwood, where our new digs lie.
2 comments:
Anonymous
said...
are you sure you could ever get used to one of them there "SQUARE STATES"?
2 comments:
are you sure you could ever get used to one of them there "SQUARE STATES"?
Do you know that if you Google "Dom's Life in the Corn", your site is the first one that comes up?
Congratulations!!
Anonymously yours,
me
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