for Mother's Day reposting a very old snapshot with my dear mother Carolina Oates & a black kitten; looks as if I am fretting, as usual; background, our old farmhouse in Millersport, NY, just south of Tonawanda Creek on Transit Road.
one will likely not be mobbed or mugged here but one will likely not feel a quickening of the heart, a jab of adrenaline.
Twitter may be a "cesspool"-- at least in some quarters--but I think of it as lively like the old Madison Square Garden: raucous, unpredictable, obnoxious, good fun, surprises.
