
When I read The New Yorker I feel like I'm claiming my place amongst society's upper crust.

Scott Zuniga, Emilie Zuniga, Brenda Barrett. I love all of these people.

Snow falling on Sherman. The view from our old place.

This is from a photo taken aboard the Staten Island Ferry when Smitty was in town.
2 comments:
You look like Orson Welles in that last shot.
The photo of your friends and your wife is amazing! It was good to see you and talk with you.
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