Memories of Mrs. Hufnagel.
Wishing well with a golden bell, bucket hanging clear to hell,
Hell halfway twixt now and then,
Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again
—Hunter / Lesh / Garcia
But it will be much too hot tomorrow. Better do it today.
Grandma speak: Overhauls.
Bronson Cave, home to many a creepy thing.
Olde tyme treatment for DTs was paraldehyde suppositories.
Up on the hill where they do the boogie
(Do-do-do-do-do-do-do the boogie)
I wonder what they’re doin’ when they do-do the boogie
And I wonder what I’m doin’ here
—John Hartford
Pathological fracture.
Cats-a-Roni.
Daemon irrepit callidus.
Memories of Mrs. Hufnagel.