Occasional Holy Man, Indifferent Bassist, and Maladroit Luthier Who Offers Stray, Provocative, and Insouciant Thoughts about Religion, Archaeology, Human Foible, Surfing, and Interesting People. Breaking the Narrative Since 2001. Cultivez votre propre jardin. [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].