Magic Hour

The magic hour with knives and a ripe pineapple--what's not to like?  Cut correctly by Mama, with the promise of things to come for everybody in DRY MOON...
Nowcoming up again on that time of year.  Cold and colder, old and older.  But this is our fate.  I wrote my epitaph last night and placed the little cut-out gravestone with the others sitting in the candle-lit graveyard--part of our "INALIENABLE" show at the Coop.  Mine said:  Loving Mother (and other things)...
Q:  How are you doing?
A:  Fabulous, never better!