Today is Thanksgiving in the USA. For my British friends that’s sort of like Harvest Festival. Anyway, besides doing not much and then sitting down to a large dinner, I found time today to go through another box of papers from my storage area, i.e. my garage floor. The gem above is what I found. I used to belong to a hobby group of publishers, poets and printers. This piece dates from about 1972-73. This might even be classified as an ancient manuscript.
A quick note: I wake up quite often during the night; why I don’t know. But, in order to go back to sleep I count syllables (not sheep). I woke up this morning and my bedside note pad had this scrawled on it like public toilet graffiti.