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Illness prevented me from reporting on my reads from October so I'll use November's update to report on both. I read four books in October. The Vinyl Dialogues by Mike Morsch is a collection of stories about some memorable albums - and some not so memorable - by the artists who made them. Interesting for music lovers such as myself. We Are As The Times Are was written by a friend of mine, Ken Rockburn, about Ottawa's well-known and highly regarded - and long-gone - coffee house Le Hibou where many Canadian and American folk acts hit the stage. An enjoyable read. Kenneth Anger wrote Hollywood Babylon a collection of salacious tales about the dark side of Hollywood. Fascinating reading. And I rounded out October with If He Hollars Let Him Go written by Chester Himes in 1945 which looks at racism in the United States. Sadly not a lot has changed in 2015. I started November out with Further Adventures of a Grumpy Rock Star by Rick Wakeman, former keyboardist for Yes, St...

She read the note again. A tear dripped down her cheek. He was leaving; in fact, had left. She was alone now. Completely alone. She cast her mind back to what had been. It was a joyful time full of love and laughter. And for that she was thankful. It was so satiated in happiness she believed it would last forever. But the note before her said otherwise. It had all come to an abrupt end. Perhaps that was best - as opposed to dragging it out. And for that she thought she should be thankful. If she had one regret it was the dog. His dog. He loved that dog. But the dog didn't like her. It was like a scene from Cujo. That dog just wouldn't co-operate with all her attempts at friendship. And her possessions were a mess because "Cujo" scratched or chewed on everything. Her eyes lowered to the post-script of her former lover's note. "By the way I've taken the dog." She was thankful. Well the folks at Studio30 + posted the prompt thankful/be...