Occasional Holy Man, Indifferent Bassist, Expelled Philosopher, and Maladroit Carpenter Who Offers Stray, Provocative, and Insouciant Thoughts about Religion, Archaeology, Human Foible, Surfing, Interesting People, and Quirky Music. [Also, "alot" is not a word.]
Friday, March 11, 2011
Call Me Kreskin
As I knew this would happen. [Of course, I rode the waves of Hurricane Belle back in '76. I still limp from it].