My Grass is Blue

I can't stop listening to bluegrass music.  Ever since getting my banjo last month I've a new appreciation for it, or something.  I won't try to explain it - I hate it when people (me) do that.  As I've said before, "Explanations are such cheap poetry."  (Stephen King said that.)

I just finished Uncle Stevie's new book (11/22/63) yesterday and had one of those moments where the eye moistens, but we swallow that dry, quivering sensation to avoid an outright sob.  What a fantastic read.  Riveting and thoughtful. I can't tell you why I liked it without spoiling it.  I don't get too excited about many books I read.  I'm usually a generous reviewer, but rarely am I giddy over a book.  I'm giddy over this one.  Read it, fool.