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.]
Monday, December 30, 2013
An Obituary Of Note
Of little interest to anyone other than a motorhead, but I started following auto sports because of this guy. Also, his autobiography, They Call Me Mister 500, was one of only two books that I've read that made me laugh out loud [the other was Catch-22].