epitaph

i don't know why, but i suddenly thought about what i might want for an epitaph. perhaps because of the run of luck we've been having this past month. anyway, it harkens back to how i spent sunday nights as a child: eating pancakes (crepes in the american parlance) with cinnamon sugar and lemon juice that my dad cooked, listening to the goon show.

"fine fine my good man"

that's all