I spent the day revisiting some of the haunted precincts of my youth. Like a single-minded salmon I returned to my old spawning grounds at UC Santa Cruz, there to have my picture taken in front of the Cowell fountain—as I have done every five birthdays since my twentieth. It's not [link|http://www.zabriskiegallery.com/Nixon/TBS/nixonimages.htm|the Brown Sisters], but so few things are...
Oh, and knock it off with the "curmudgeon" stuff until at least 2017, 'kay? Whippersnappers...
with the phlegmmy rasp of decrepitude,