On a rainy Saturday in Arizona (not a typo), I started reading a certain hoary book to my son. And so it began …
To honor this inauguration, I produced my most sinister eyebrow yet. Come, see for yourself.
This copy of the book was given to me by James Powell, back in Athens, GA in the mid-90s. Reading it to my son (also named Athens) before the release of the movie was recently suggested by my friend James Coleman. And it is always possible that the inspiration of James A. Owen was in some way responsible for all of this. All of these men are kings, and so, I say, three King Jameses conspired to make this happen. There is a message in here for the perceptive … somewhere.
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