i just discovered or i think i just discovered unless i forgot the dubble exposure setting this is not a great example of. it's cool to have the traveling show and i'm seeing some beautiful freight train art old and new. i love the layers of life. i don't feel buried alive—well sometimes. i don't feel buried in dust like in the studio—but i'm not there. uncle jim's been coughing for 10 years. he got a stint 15 years ago. this week he had a heart attack—100% blockage. i heard his coughing was what prompted the e.r. visit and was symptomatic of the heart attack, but i also heard there was 2 inches of dust in the house. reminding me of the studio. gotta clear that space. was i coughing more back there? i bet i was. can dust give you a heart attack? well it's better not to test it i suppose. with u.j. i think it's more the grease—i recall him saying with glee—i LOVE grease! anyway he's got a new stint and a vacuuming. so he's probably good for another 10 years. and i'll be done with my own dust by then praise be.