It started with a fortuitous drop of a radish into the split-leather pouch of my trusty slingshot. Fast forward two decades. This is a running compilation of snapshots and notes from days gone by.
Saturday, September 24, 2005
No Mr. Wizard! No!
There's always at least one interesting character in a mountain saloon. Here Mr. Wizard just told me he was contemplating making my clothes dematerialize.
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