listening to some social d tonight.
obviously i think of my friend shannon... not the most flattering shot, and those of you that know her would wonder why i didn't get a better shot the dozen other times she flipped me off that night...
i know... it's a lot of henry and will, lately. but they don't seem to care when i stick the camera in their face. and their folks invite me over for food in the backyard. good food. good company. decent photos... can't be beat.
Matt bought the house on Archer Avenue in the winter of his thirty-fifth year. Over the next decade, he and his wife had three children and then they separated. They were never legally divorced.
Virtually all memory of the brilliance of Matt had been erased by two decades of betrayal, failure and disaster.
Matt died tragically rescuing his family from the wreckage of a destroyed sinking battleship.