An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation


Jon reaches into the refrigerator and grabs the gallon of skim milk. I’m standing two feet away over a pan of eggs, a blood red spatula in my hand. Out of the corner of my eye I can see him sniff the top of the…

September 14, 2011

From another angle

This is another perspective of Chuck’s fun with the peanut butter, and I think I like this one better. It looks almost religious. (Deligious!)

Eons ago

I stumbled on some old archives of photos and found this shot I took two years ago of Jon holding Marlo right before we boarded a flight to Los Angeles. I want to show the 30-year-old Jon this photo to let him know that not…