Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday afternoon, yours truly received a much needed fillip when my son Jonny and fiancée Jenny arrived at chez Strachan on their trusty steed. This arrival rescuing spirits borne from being surrounded by a metaphorical circle of horse-drawn wagons, heavily laden with COVID induced melancholy. This euphoria at witnessing the couple's visit borne from knowledge... Continue Reading →
Well, will today bring the advent of anything to upturn the apple cart of our COVID induced status quo? This morning I rose from my bed longing for any joyous news that'd illuminate spirits upon a landscape currently bearing a noir hue. "Can you add some meat onto the specificity bones of upbeat bulletin you're... Continue Reading →