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.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Shut up and eat your damn breakfast
Saturday morning breakfast spread...the parents know how to throw it. The iced peanut butter cookie in the middle was the first to lose its life.
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