live from the bean

Sitting at the Green Bean Cafe in beautiful, scenic, downtown Greenwood.

There's not much worth writing about right now. Life becomes rather dull under a one-party system.

It's cold and raw here, wind coming straight out of the south but uncharacteristically chilly. Bob is dicing potatoes for the chowder.

Sometimes I think about three-quarters of the people you see out on the street are smack out of their minds.