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In some past life I must have been late for a train.  Overburdened with luggage, breathless, I can see me running, fedora whisked from my head by the wind.  Only by some feat of strength, some last surge of energy, am I able to clamber aboard the moving coach, neither helped nor encouraged by the barrel-chested, walrus-whiskered conductor.  I lay breathless on the floor of the shifting

Squished kitty.  Holstein kitty.  She was the only one marked as she was.  Calico I suppose with all the orange hid somewhere. I couldn't see.  So she was a black kitty with white patches or a white kitty with black patches depending upon how you thought.  First thing to greet you at 10th and Mason.  How do you know when you're home?  Look for the dead cat.  Bam.  You're home.

I'm all for making a few bucks. Looking greedily around at all the artistic productions lying unmarshalled in my own home, I decided to open a store with Zazzle.com . Custom t-shirts, cards, posters and more , all you need to do is open an account, upload a few image files and you are in business. I started with my own artwork, abstract things I made while I was in college. "Milk Hair,"