Sunday, May 6, 2012. With much sadness, I share these pictures with you. This tragedy just happened yesterday and is still very fresh. The smell of soot is in the air, the plants next to my house are singed, and the grass is black. As I sat down for lunch, tears started streaming down my face. I think this is sap on the back porch.

First Chapter of The Flawed Dance. I took a deep breath and trudged up the dark, narrow stairs of the converted row house, following Jesse to the second floor. The smell of grease and stale cigarettes seeped from the walls. I hesitated, one foot on the next step. You wanna turn around and go back? I stared straight ahead. Jesse rapped hard on hollow wood.

Fan du sixties malgrés moi. du cou c très souven vendredi et samedi une sortie oblige o sixties. Attention la contamination es fai trè vite. Abonne-toi à mon blog! Un pti flash back. Tre kil y a ds s.

Retape dans le champ ci-dessous la suite de chiffres et de lettres qui apparaissent dans le cadre ci-contre.

This is my second blog, after the artistic success and commercial failure of my librarian blog. It will look at the sixties as seen from the perspective of a kid growing up in New Jersey. Sunday, May 10, 2015. The 1967 Ali Brian London fight brought me a moment of glory in gym class.