Watching Bill Richardson Throw His Hat Into the Ring . . .

Are You Coming Or What?!

Do you know how hard it is to walk with monkey-people? It's really hard, and mostly, you know, a drag. Take this photograph for example. Here we are, scant yards from the Pacific, and my leadership is still required to motivate them forward. Sometimes, I wonder why I bother! Hallie

A Bunker of One's Own

Whack!

Sometimes it's not enough to brandish a stick. Sometimes you've got to ATTACK! Hallie

Makin' Love (To My Vanilla Frosty)

North Georgia Memories . . .

Why the hell was I born in Athens, Georgia? I love the cold. Even as a pup, my belly girth and nascent, glorious pantaloons all attested to my deepest desires: swirling snows, frozen tundra - the crisp, chilly predawn air of the mountains. As soon as my monkey-people sprung me from prison, I headed straight for the closest equivalent! It just barely did the trick. Hallie