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.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
The Gambler?
You've got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, know when to run. Mr. Rogers appears played out after a sweaty, damn good performance.
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