Night Lines

Son: Go in and hug your wife.
Father: Why?
Son: Because she is sitting in there on the couch, looking all dark, like a Goth.
Father: Why did you say "your wife" instead of "my mother"?
Son: I don't know. It sounds more dramatic.

Between group hugs, and a visit to my friend Chris (roving conversations as susual, about everything from the Scottish referendum to poetry to Montana to China and India) I dropped by at Seapoint and saw this (above).