He was like a French George C. Scott. If this were zero day tomorrow would be day one. This could be a tabula rasa; the fresh dawn fresh linen for the table. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Published by mysterioso I play bass, I cook, I look out the window. Sometimes I prefer wondering what's out there to going out and looking. But not all the time. I only recently learned that leaving two spaces after a full stop is obsolete. View all posts by mysterioso