The grapes are full of color and taste. They hang from beneath the redwood trellis with temptation beckoning anyone to taste a grape or two. Their sweetness accentuates with time.
Queer Gaza had a warm July with the threat of thunderstorms and a good rain last month. Nice, I think, and who doesn't like a good thunderstorm with the threat of lightening heightening the trepidation of a thunder clap nearby.
Life is back to being happy again for us queers. Golden Boy sold his soul and is now in Purgatory. To bad. So sad. Bye-bye. Dinner is being prepared by his replacement. A good dinner too, meatloaf with homemade ketchup, mashed potatoes and gravy. It's solid East Coast food. Made to stick to your innards when you're ready to set sail fighting storms for white whales.
Cocktails too. And company, and best of all, Wally has been doing better. We all went to the Hollywood Bowl the 16th and Wally stayed awake through the whole thing, with a big smile on his face. He has been going to the Hollywood Bowl since a teenager. The next day, he got up walked well, tried to talk and over all peppier.
Our friends like the new guy, the new guy likes our friends and Queer Gaza. And I think that's why it will all work out. New guy likes it here with us in Queer Gaza. He helps to defend our land against Little Israel on one side and Little Iran on the other. He is kindred in spirit and solid queer.
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