My men atop Mt. Royal, Montreal
My men atop Mt. Royal, Montreal. Don’t they look so great!
My Uncle Pitts
My Uncle Pitts. An Italian from Pittsburgh. Who has a name like that anymore? Who delights in their children to this degree anymore? A full kiss on the lips, holding […]
I hate poetry, except for his. His, I love.
I hate poetry, except for his. His, I love. http://www.powderkegmagazine.com/andrew-squitiro
We birth people didn’t know this, did we? Bah!
We birth people didn’t know this, did we? Bah! Out of the mouths of babes, in this case, a surgeon: “Since 1970, the number of C-sections performed in the United […]
My beautiful boy! With his beautiful friends.
My beautiful boy! With his beautiful friends. Now, for business: Does anyone have a recommendation for the following services: a. Interior painter b. Mowing, weedeating, pulling weeds c. Housekeeper d. […]
I’ve gone out of my mind
I’ve gone out of my mind. I’m cutting short a family vacation (how many more of those will come my way with adult children?) to attend the final (on Earth) […]
On the way to way to the almost-Grateful-Dead concert
On the way to way to the almost-Grateful-Dead concert, pre-contact high, though Funk looks stoned.
On the way to the almost-Grateful-Dead concert
On the way to the almost-Grateful-Dead concert. Before the contact high, even though Funk LOOKS stoned.