Hasta la vista, snow.




Most of the time I don't have much fun.
The rest of the time I don't have any fun at all.





Cutest profile in California?




Sweet child o' mine? or...




...appetite for destruction?




Why is this bar packed at 2:30pm?




Because church starts in thirty minutes!
Time for salty nuts and Campari.





Here is where I was baptized. If I were Pentecostal
or a Jehovah's witness, I would have been fully
immersed in water. Instead, I was sprinkled.




Went to get a snack and found this unappealing selection
of fruit. Clockwise from left: rotten persimmon, old
pomegranate, rotten persimmon, clementine with moldy
leaf, bananas being saved for banana bread.




She looks quite sane. 1970 is supposedly the
year her mental illness was precipitated
through the influence of acid and a cult.




Mom or Easter Bunny?








In her early folk days, Joni Mitchell struck a
nerve with "Blue," a reflective, bittersweet
album with songs about love and loss.









Dad prepares a midnight snack of thawed
brownie and freezer-burned ice cream.




Wooly-browed siblings.




Chiaroscurodad.





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