While certainly not the street drug, the "crack" could be the beginning of something new, the split of my pants, or the demise of my angst-ridden mind. Which one am I serving up today? Read on. Feel free to comment, argue, dismiss, or inform. I welcome it all.
Things I Love . . .
This is Niagara. My favorite painting in the whole, wide world. It hangs in the permanent collection of The Corcoran.