Tonight was no exception – I brought back a couple of nuggets (some may say pellets ot droppings).
First, a souvenir from the night I was proofing pasted-up pages at a small twice-weekly paper in the confines of Virginia . . .
The fact that it’s here indicates that this piece of copy did not make it in the paper. Occasionally I was awake at deadline . . . .
And then there was Sally . . .
Check out the autograph, eh? I had advanced beyond this stuff by the time I was in kindergarten. She wasn’t really that hot, although she sure looks happy here sitting on Dick . . . .