Living on a thin line
The bull, it is a rare beast, this yang/yin creature of unutterably discerning capital taste. And even if there be a bad moon risin' on the horizon somewhere down the road, it ain't heavy, it's my bullther. ha ha. Anyhow. I only want to say, The Terminal is alive and kicking again for another quarter and it's humming along not half bad. I encourage you to go there and partake of the leavings, which are this quarter rather sweet smelling and decorous.