June 26th, 2006

warrior

Ah, the golden days of boyhood


Danger! Danger! Danger! Danger! Danger! Danger!

Anything that makes an eleven-year-old boy this happy can't be safe.


Derek B. at my farewell luncheon. He wanted to cut the cake with my sword cane, but I said the blade wasn't clean. Not that he cared about that.