Art from my swampy youth in New Orleans (Chris Owens and her Cha Cha girls are courtesy of our dear sister, Cow Queen.)
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In Which We Go To A Funeral
We had secret agent Fred's funeral on Saturday on the rooftop deck of my building. It was sad. A huge fog bank blew in so it was windy...
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Secret Agent Fred and I have decided to invade New Orleans for Mardi Gras, 2014. I know the last time I went there for Carnival, I swore I ... -
Pictures of naked men have fascinated me for decades. It's not some recent freak that got my blog kicked off of WordPress (not that I&#... -
If you look below this post, you'll see that the last post I put up here on Blogger is a sniffy little tirade about how I will NEVER d...
is that our legendary Ruthy up there?
ReplyDeleteSaw her but once, alas.
o indeed yes. Ruthy was still very much on the scene when I first hit town, still appearing in bars to demand people, any people, buy her a drink. In fact, I think she still had a duck, but I could be imagining that.
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