Dave and Janine and I took a tour of the warehouse district this day, walking around from air-conditioned gallery to gallery. The temperature outside was in the mid 90's as every day had been since we arrived in New Orleans. The deserted streets echoed with the distant sounds of a sleepy city.
"Santa, Santa, Santa... It's always Santa!" -- Jan Brady, sort of. I remember...
This was an anniversary present I don't know how many years ago from Dave. Wind it up and it...
We had been at the hospice with Dave's mother all that week. I stopped to take this as we...
Two days before Christmas, 2007. It's been a craptacular year. And it's a...