29 Apr 2015 Whenever we visit my sister, we take the kids for a walk down to the canal at the end of the street. When they were younger, we’d make up stories about aliens and alligators and fairies living in and around this magical bank. Now that they are older and more cynical, it becomes increasingly difficult to spin a believable tale. But recently I have heard the older ones telling those nostalgic and fantastical tales to the little ones. They add action and adventure, and the stories become part of the mythology of our tribe. The aliens will rise again, the dogs will fight alligators to save us, and the fairies will circle as as the sun sets and we walk home at dusk. 0
27 Apr 2015 You never know what you will find on a roll of 35mm film. Now it is rainy season in New Orleans, and here is a picture of Rockhammar. In the dead of winter. We were there in that place. This is proof. 0
22 Apr 2015 Here I am. I am playing Drew Brees and I am searching for Jimmy Graham before we traded him. 0
20 Apr 2015 After a long day/week/year, we hang out in the garden with G-Boogie and the dogs. We grill steaks or fish or portobello mushrooms. We give each other neck massages and say we shouldn’t work so hard or maybe this is as good as it gets. Maybe it is. 0
19 Apr 2015 Some random honey on Bourbon Street holding up some t-shirt with a slogan I don’t understand. 0
