Two presents

I know: Christmas is over. Over! But I'm sorry, I can't say toodle-oo, St. Nick, until I tell you about a couple gifts I'm still strutting around, patting myself on the back over happy I got for my brother Wolf.



1. I spotted the spine of this old book on P's dad's bookshelf, and knew I had to obtain a similar copy to bestow upon my sibling. A book about the Wolfman by the Wolfman for the Wolfman. But of course.

I didn't expect him to be interested in reading it, I simply thought it imperative the spine be amongst his many shelved books. (New York's Forgotten Substations: The Power Behind the Subways by Christopher Payne, One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, The Wolfman by The Wolfman, etc.) But crack it he has.



2. A set of towels for his glorious new digs inscribed "Flowism." Flow is Wolf spelled backwards.

Yesssss.