I chose the town for proximity to the replication of a bar at which I danced for ten years; I chose the apartment complex's location in relation to the neighborhoods and amenities associated with the city's "North End"; on the apartment itself, a small two-bedroom corner unit with a balcony abutting woods to one side and the footprint of a local developer's home directly out the back, I got just plain lucky.
It's Friday morning, and we have just finished watching Anthony Quinn in The Shoes of the Fisherman, a marvelous way to wake up, revisit the 1960's, study film, and here, I think, draw down my journey into what I once called "computtering"--i.e., fiddling with and lately building the hardware and software systems for my photography, music, and writing.
I am done composing the computer and may again look out the window now and then.
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