Trophy
I almost always find something I have to pick up along the way. Acorns, rocks, stones, pine cones. And a skeleton? This is from Big Words. In Print
Oh! You Rogue
You remember Ramblers–those little boxes on wheels? Who knew they were love machines? Here’s to all those horny kids who discovered Ramblers’ drive-in movie seats.
Walking into the Basement
I want to see–I dare not look. I have to look–I’m afraid to find. Privacy–what’s seen and not said.