Bob takes time for a bit of quiet contemplation by a stream
BOB recognizes the folly of going to Vermont in April sans snow gear...

BOB enjoys his "moment in the sun"
My life is something like a very large beach. In my world it is not the tide that washes things up- it's the street sweeper, or a careless child, or the occasional itinerant psychic or band promoter. These ads, art, lost toys and bits of stuff seem to be surrogate fortune cookies in my life. I am trying to string the pieces together and make sense of it even though my decoder ring is stuck in a P.O. Box in Battle Creek, Michigan.
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