The Past Is Bellowing

I hear its call, neither a crystal clear clarion call of future triumph, nor the gurgling grunting of the antediluvian jungles. Nope, more like the sound of maple syrup being poured over a big dish of vanilla Ben & Jerry’s.

Yeah, sorta like that, only maybe a bit greener at this time of year.

On the other hand, I really hate the redeye.