Back from Rhinbeck

Four of us drove into the tiny and charming town of Rhinbeck, New York this afternoon: me, Hogan, Neko, and the great Julie Wilson. I sat in a perfectly darkened tavern and drank draft beer and wrote some. It was great. Julie & Neko joined me near the end of our time, and Julie smoked Marlboro lights on the last day possible, maybe ever, inside a New York establishment. Historic smokes, and I was there to see it. Also, there was a spider that lived between two glass panes that blew my mind; huge and nursing a full sac.