The Transporter Couch

Been a long, hard week…  I won’t bore with details but my great thanks to Art for his invitation to join this project and for his patience with me.  What follows was my original post, which I didn’t ever successfully post.

Greetings, prophets. The great work begins. We went to the San Antonio Food and Wine Fest yesterday to ply our trade and present our wares. It was fun. It was fine. It was fur. San Antonio is, in Texas at least, the last bastion of the fur-friendly. Plus it was cold, so at least pretentiousness wasn’t a dynamic. Then I stop and think ……. While genuine, I’m about as pretentious as a man can be, when pressed to be so, and I don’t own any furs. Perhaps I should invest in one. I used to have a fox stole ….. My friend found it at a peculiar venue and since we were both at peculiar places in our lives I suppose it just seemed like the right thing to buy that day, and the right gift to give. Ultimately it landed in the arms of the most unanticipated and unanticipating recipient, my father, who himself has presented actual dearer furs to my mother, and he embraced it as a gift and used it to adorn his organ. Electric, not pipe. But to him, this was a dear fur and there lies the joy of it all. Joy, you will find, is a common theme for me. Fur, less common except when I get raggy about fashion, and I guarantee it will happen. Best regards to all and sundry.