There's something about a 50, 60, 100-year-old piece of furniture that evokes in me a sense of wonder.
It's like shooting yourself in the vagina with a ray-gun. In a good way.
'52 ford
“Dad, why did you make your insurance agent a belt?” I asked. Well, he explained, last time the insurance agent visited, he was wearing a poorly constructed belt.

Aug 10, 2011 at 1:02pm | 0 comments