Burn, Bills, Burn!

In Arizona, my late parents had boxes of old papers stored in their garage. With some help from my sisters, we went through them to find the things worth saving. The rest went to Staples and, for $1 per pound, sent to Iron Mountain for shredding. At least that’s what I was told would happen.

Here at home the nights have been unseasonably cold. With oil for the furnace now costing $5.40/gal., I’ve been heating the living room with old bills and papers.

Magazine Writer

Posting the New Yorker piece about Stu Sutcliffe reminded me of something I meant to put here last October. It didn’t happen because that was when I went on hiatus, due to WordPress technical difficulties.

This piece by Paul McCartney should be readable without a subscription, assuming you haven’t already run out of free articles this month.

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2021/10/25/paul-mccartney-writing-eleanor-rigby-beatles

The copy of “Eleanor Rigby” above is from the one-of-a-kind Yellow Submarine Songtrack project. It’s explained here. Note the color-coordinated nod to Ukraine.