Mrs. Parker and the 9th Circle of Hell

Hey Bob.

Greetings from one of Dante’s Circles of Hell …

Cocytus, if I’m not mistaken, where Satan himself resides, his leathery wings flapping eternally, producing chilling winds that freeze all to ice. And I hate cold.

Typing this by hunt and peck on my tablet, with much cursing. No ability to cut and paste, or to do much of anything, beyond elementary response.

Roxanne Tellier – On The Occasion of Robert Segarini’s Birthday

Started writing these reminiscing’s on Friday morning, as the world awoke to the dawning of our Fearless Leaders 70th year on the planet. Trying to finish writing them while still nursing the remnants of a hangover, 48 hours after the Birthday Boy’s bash.

For Friends of Bob (aka … FOB’s)