Holy Cow (and Sheep, and Pig)
I turned 31 today. How's THAT for a navel-gazing weblog insight? I promise to change blahblahblahblahblahblah this upcoming year and to accomplish blahblahblahblahblah.
Bitchinville
Back in the early '80s, during a long, hot summer in Redlands, CA, my brother Matt and his friend Michael Keys and I made an entire town out of orange crates and pallets. We called the town we built Bitchinville, because, to a gang of Led Zeppelin-listenin' Star Wars and Dungeons and Dragons geeks like us, it was the most bitchin' place on Earth.
Today, my brother lives in Norway and Mike Keys is dead, but Bitchinville's memory lives on...
