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, February 18, 2006
You sleep right there.
Directing my nephew Brandon to the spare couch on my porch that he would be sleeping on during his visit. He seems fairly in to it.
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