Where’s Todd?

Where’s Todd?
A man of means by no means, #entenman enjoys a leisurely morning 9 stories up in his rented Myrtle Beach condo. “It’s like a poor man’s Savannah or Charleston” he jokes. The weather is pleasant, at least according to his standards: 50’s and overcast. “San Francisco weather” he tells me, which is his catch-all phrase for favorable weather. He tells me he misses his native #nwohio , but has to get away sometimes to clear his mind. “It’s like an old Volvo, Toledo is,” he tells me, “it may not be attractive in the traditional sense, but it starts up every time. Gets the job done every time.” “Watcha reading?” I ask him. “Well my Bible of course. And I picked up this biography of #rogermiller . Did u know he’s the last genius in country music?” “Miller?” I said. “Never heard of him.” “Exactly,” he grins. “Of course he was back a ways when country music was somewhat palatable.” I ask him if he has any last words before we cut off this thing. “Well I’d like to apologize for the lack of photos of my trip, but #sx70 film is so dinged expensive! I’d like to send my love and appreciation to my wife (especially) and children who are my accompaniment on the trip. And I’d like to thank my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.” #crunchmouth
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