Monthly Archives: May 2017

It’s the Friday morning before Memorial Day Weekend. A light rain is falling. Bombadill hopes it will alleviate the pollen-driven allergies that have been plaguing him the past few weeks. He walks to the train thinking of his latest up … Continue reading →

Bombadill dreamed he was wearing a trench coat with a fedora, and his wife was giving him a hard time about it. Perhaps it was because of something he ate, or some slight reference to Casablanca during the day that he had that particular dream. Or … Continue reading →