Occasional Holy Man, Inadvertent Disruptor of Narratives, and Maladroit Carpenter Who Offers Stray, Provocative, and Insouciant Thoughts about Religion, Archaeology, Human Foible, Surfing, Interesting People, and Quirky Music. Champion of the Oxford Comma [Also, "alot" is not a word.]
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
"We may pass violets looking for roses. We may pass contentment looking for victory."