Semi-Daily Scribbles

I've got rods and cones and a little something extra for your trouble. It's habit to leave out bait, set the trap. I can see your fear squirm to the surface. That's fine. You are certainly not the first. Can't say you'll be the last. We have time for a chat–maybe argue the usage of "alright"–and a drink. Hot or cold, it's your choice. Step this way into my library. Have a look around. Come see how many travelers find their way to my door.