Our Camera Can Photograph Ghosts...

Apparently, Mum took a photo of a ghost in this picture on 1st Avenue and 14th Street... So after working up a sweat on the exercise bike to filter out some of the rotten disease in my brain and body, I heard the nostalgic crackle of an impending spring thunderstorm...yeah, at least is was warm enought to rain... The Gay Jones Industrial Average did little of anything today in the face of a 2.8% plummet in March Durable Goods Orders, and a sizable drop in Crude Oil on the heels of the API report of solid domestic supply... of course anything above 50 is still way too high for the economy's liking... Lightening blasts by my window as I type, raindrops pelting the air conditioner in staccato rhythms void of a metronome sitting in an old suburban house practicing Chopin on the piano...