Hey, friends. What up. Kids in the bath. Wife’s nursing an injured ankle. I’m awaiting tomorrow night’s Christmas tree/house-decorating lunacy. It begins with my crawling into what we call a knee closet, which is a more poetic (and anatomical) phrase for our tiny attic storage space. It’s part of the joy of owning a house […]Read more "YouTube Clip of SAVAGE SPECIES: NIGHT TERRORS, The Audiobook (and My Attic)"