
In order to do so I needed to have a blog of my own. No time, but what the heck, I signed up. When I posted my reply on his blog I noticed several others had added their thoughts and there was a link to this electric, soft pink, neon thumbnail of an angelic face. This face had a name . . . Jessica. I clicked on the link and was taken into another dimension arriving by happenstance in the middle of her musings about her swedish grandmother, her kids at halloween, political thoughts, her music, a sensuous picture or two, her musical leanings, her sadness, her city of Philadelphia and so much more. Well, there goes the morning. So if you stumble on this (my) blog you can click on over to Jessica's blog and see what I mean. To find the really "good stuff" you'll need to look in her archives. Meanwhile I've got to get my ass on a plane and go get a great Philly cheesesteak now that I know where to go.
Goodbye for now.
JacUnivac
PS - No, that's not my real hair. Some friends had a 50s - 60s party. I was Country Joe from Country Joe and the Fish (Woodstock) with my Howard Stern Wig, played my guitar and sang, "Give me an 'F'".....
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