Occasional Holy Man, Indifferent Bassist, 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, July 18, 2014
If I Had Grown Up In Connecticut In The 21st Century, My Parents Would Have Served More Time Than Charlie Manson
Of course, I knew how to open a car door when I was 11.