Superstorm Sandy knocked out one quarter of the power grid and communications. I’ve been working on the idea of Modern Muses on these round pieces. Maybe this is the throw down between Mother Nature and Calliope, the Muse of Communication.
My sons who were best friends growing up are not talking. Women, I hate to say, have caused the schism. Gregg and I are going to wait until they figure it out. It’s not my FAULT. I feel like there is an axe between my eyes.