This blog is dedicated to my oldest son. While on the very threshold of manhood and a promising life he was suddenly taken away.
Monday, March 24, 2008
EASTER BUNNY BYPASSES SAND HARBOR
I went to Lake Tahoe on Easter Sunday. I found no colored eggs, but my disappointment was somewhat mitigated when I found this striking panorama instead.
I am an ill-tempered old man who was born and still resides within the bare and sterile regions of the West's Great Basin. Some may say that my mind is a perfect reflection of the utter desolation and emptiness that surrounds me. Nevertheless, all my life I have wanted a soap box from which to spout my crotchety and poorly formulated ideas. I finally have one.
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