10:19 Mid Monday Night (15 September 2008)   The Old Tuxedo Squeaks Out a Sleepy Serenade It scares me, sometimes, this big blank canvas in front of us. There is a vague outline of what is probably going to happen, but we have to fill in the details as we go. we can't paint over what we've already painted, so if we did something ugly or misshapen, it's there always for everyone to see until time stretches the canvas just so, or we become accustomed. there are some big uglies that will never be unseen but it is the way with art, and the way with life.