A decade+ ago, we had a bike tour come through town. Shut the highway down for 3 hours on a Friday afternoon when the schools were being let out. My options for getting home were to drive 90 minutes out of my way to go around the race route or stay at work late by an hour. So much fun.

I can appreciate his impact in arts and culture without particularly enjoying his oeuvre. Just not for me.

I can only presume this was in reference to a Phil Collin’s song.

I can’t bring myself to like this one. Sorry Grant.

While I appreciate that you didn’t disturb them or are perhaps respecting their privacy, I do admit some disappointment in that you declined to share their names.

I suppose mine balances it out. I had no ads in today’s DN.

The other line that regularly haunts me (although I don’t recall the full couplet or the character’s name) is from The Last Light of the Sun:

“[…] needful as night.”

It haunts me, good sir. Bravo.

Also, I was high af when I wrote that.

I only lie about inconsequential things that are patently obvious, much like your love for Phil Collins.

What if I described 9:30 to you as “it’s 15 minutes past quarter past 9am in the morning”? 😇