In Memory Of The Blue Screen Of Death

I can't say I've missed you BSD but like a close enemy or an evil friend I was affected by what we shared. But now let the cold stake of progress remain forever locked in your breast.

The Ninth Of December

Today while in Santa Rosa, I ate a prickly pear right off the cactus. It was delicious. The first time I visited, while I was standing under a very old large oak tree I discovered nearly a pound of Black Truffles all in a clump. I always seem to find something good to eat growing around there.
Once I got home I continued the recovery process of my computer