Not a good thing to be alone in this world. However, I have no choice at 61 years of age. I seat myself in front of this old mirror and I see this Brian Butler. He can talk to me...or I can talk to him, right? Who cares anyway. I sip from my fresh cup of coffee and hum!! The ritual of the cup I got for Father's day, the spoon, the hot water, the fresh goat milk, and the little heap of brown grit. You understand...the way they come together to form a nail I can hang the day on.
