Small town summer
Gentlemen, start your engines.
Remember when I said I was going to at least try to do this once a month and then apparently threw my laptop directly into the Atlantic? Well. It’s been two months, and frankly I can’t begin every iteration of this Substack with an apology, so I think we simply accept this for what it is: a sporadic little love letter from me to you. And when my brain eventually begins functioning at a speedier, well, speed again, perhaps we’ll spend more time together here — with these thoughts, this space, and all of you angel readers. I’m wildly grateful you’re here, and God, do I love this strange little world we get to dip into together from time to time. What a treat.
