After a lovely dinner with Steve's brother the Ayetolla of Rock N Rolla, we put some cedar logs in the fire pit and stared at the flames for a while.
We talked about the weather. The gig that Jack's band had played the night before. His roommate who's moving out from Oklahoma to come stay with him. We laughed about how Steve and Jack's dad calls everyone a "No good S.O.B." Then Steve started talking about the people he remembered from high school, and how most of them were "No good S.O.B's." It's apparently genetic.
The wind really started whipping around, which is common for this time of year.
I discovered my new camera has a timer on it....so.....
Look! I exist!
