Saturday, July 24, 2010

'Peggie




Westward bound down the trans-canada (or tranny, if you will) to the estranged family.
A tour of the old hood shows a grass covered marble hill and booter canyon dry as bone. I guess some things are bound to change. Then again, some things will always be the same.




Oh, dad, you're incorrigible.







Creepy, eh? yeah. Luckily it was right over our bed.


It was a nice place to be born and a nice place to visit but you can't go home again.



The Frisken boys, minus one.

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