Ephemera: Just Hooligans (1930s)

How 'bout that? Sipping stout and singing to your buddy's lilting Regal uke... under a tree in summer. Soon, my friends, soon... but mud season has to end before that (though little Oona and I hiked up our "mountain" behind the shop today with a warm wind blowing at our backs to build fairy fences and find her little deer, so mud or not we're making the best of it).