Yeppers, 13 more wake ups and then it is a John Prine Day! Smucksville, I find myself, at times, getting beyond excited. I figure this maybe my last John Prine-go-round and I am certainly going to make the most of it.
Living rural, I never get to the golden arches. While in the lower mainland, I will step through the archway and order on up a quarter pounder (with cheese), french fries, and a pepsi. You know, it has to be three or four years since I had the food of the golden arches :)
The countdown to Prine has begun.
