The Summer of '01: Zoe visits, Waldo is still a minature furball, and Maine is our new venture.
I think this started out as one of Zoe's joke-pics, but I like it a lot. Her avocado mask is like something out of Japanese theatre, and her shades do wonders for me.
Not too many are aware of my close association with LBJ.
Pat, sanding out her new auction-find: a mahogany coat rack.
When I could still carry Waldini the Weenie. A year later he is pushing 80# and the halcyon days of youth have flown.