I should go out and honk the horn; it's Independence Day. Instead, I just pour myself a drink.

The title of this post is a quote from Tom Waits. The sentiment is mine.

Anywho, ladies & germs, it's the 4th of July. This same day last year I spent the first night in the first house I've owned with my lady, Jessi Fehrenbach. She's off on some sojourn so this year on this particular anniversary/holiday, I find myself alone, spanking my pud, thinking & drinking.

Often, today, my thoughts have turned to my betrothed. Thumbing through a sketchbook that dates from the 2001/2002 era (the general time of the full flowering of our love, baby), I found several studies drawn in graphite of my lady. So this day I choose to pay tribute to the woman of all women in my life by proffering a couple of such artifacts.

And, boys, lemme tell ya: Get yerself a leggy woman. Not only is Miss Kitty Twister stacked up top but down below her legs are long & strong. My gal is red hot; your gal ain't doodley-squat.

A shrine to woman. Mary Magdalene. Hot tamale.