Some Polish History for Anthony "The Unbeliever" Bonk

Some moment late Tuesday morning I'd had it with work. I am not sure if you'll understand this kind of logic, but the only way to retain my sanity that minute was to take Friday off. Later in the course of the week, Thursday, I had a literary itchin' at 2:30, made a daring escape from my cube-cell, and went to pillage James and Mary Laurie Booksellers, where I was looted of 125 bucks.

But hay--I got another 1st edition Henry Miller out of it. And you didn't. See my superiority?

And damn, we're well into Saturday afternoon, and while I'd like to offer a synopsis of last night, I fail. Here are some photos of us hucksters, Christmas ties and all. MERRY CHRISTMAS, THANKSGIVING IS NEXT WEEK!

You going to eat that bearclaw? [note: Rex, hiding in the shame of his belly and his little tie, deleted the photograph of him makin' like a cop and mowing down a raspberry bearclaw. Also one of me burning his new socks. Go to his website and file your complaints.]

Michael Gaddy offers some words of wisdom for the enlisted men, and a bonus anecdote about The Man advising Gaddy's son that his father is a subversive.

good Lordy it's mornin' tiiime!
-Brenn