Hey. It's poetry season. Dial up your thermostats. Enshroud yourselves in wool. Use your inside ears and listen: Saturday, Rocktober 18th, enjoy the lyric and lilt of Douglas Martin & Christopher Schmidt. The fun starts at 6pm. Snacks and drinks abound!

And I was just kidding about all of that wool. My heating system works dandily. Warm air oozes out of the floor. It's sorcery. By the way, for those of you who haven't been paying attention, the shop has unchained itself. It's around the corner now at 717 Westminster Street. It's small still but there is some extra room for elbows and whatnots. Please poke your head in sometime.