spectator kerry last night, very late and very cold, i took louie out for a trip around the block. i was wearing my pajamas under my coat. we rounded the corner of our street and a couple doors down from our house a man i didn’t recognize was standing on the front steps with a glass of red wine. he could’ve been a neighbor but by the look on his face, like someone taking in a great landscape, it seemed probably not. 220214 what's it to you? who go blather from