I am the black sheep: I love not the flowers, I love the green of grass and forest firs. Take back your pillars and your mighty towers: Give me a tree, that bends when a breeze stirs. Mother was a fine piano accompanist and substitute organist who also played harp, clarinet, bassoon, and gave me my first violin lessons. She (and my karma) bequeathed me … Continue reading The Repository #12: Slip It to the Android – G.K. Spain on Chrome