And the award for Most Disturbing Photo goes to…

So, my folks are moving to a new house they just built. In the process, they have been rummaging through old boxes, the contents of some of which haven’t seen the light of day since before we went to Argentina in 1987. The other day, I went over to their rental to help clear out the garage, and when I walked into the living room, this is what I found on the floor.

(Note: No arranging involved.)


Brush with Greatness

This has been a heavy week, for several reasons, and I’ve had a hard time with that writer’s-block-y thing. So, I leave you with proof (albeit grudging) that every once in a while, a library cataloger’s job can be pretty cool.

Straight from the White House–through the Library of Congress–through the personal library of Ramon F. Adams–to my desk…