Confessions and Reflections of a Regular Guy trying to Break the Cycle. Hope you find the posts insightful.

Where fact and fiction often converge. That I was building a fence,. I was dressed in leather gloves and. And brown, duck-bib overalls. Alone in the early spring sun,. Level it up, then pound some more,. 8211;sweat dripping from the tip. What a great fence, I hear someone. Shout from the edge of the pasture.

I was walking through the living room, the wife was on the couch, vacuum cleaner turned off in the middle of the room, and she was riveted to the boob toob. I looked to see what she was watching, it was the children speaking at the rally in D. I see fear in their eyes. It has been a long time coming. The Things We Learn From Our Children. There is nothing worse than .

Enjoy this picture of Greg Davis. That night, I took the photographs with my single lens reflex 35 mm camera, which happened to have black and white film in it, 400 ASA.