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.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Hallelujah Dancer
No, this guy was not in a gospel ensemble. He was in a Telluride bar cavorting to some really slipshod bluesy rock. Oh Yeah!
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