http://www.recordstoreday.com/photo/418453:200

Wahoo. It's record store day. Born right here on our N.E. seacoast and now a national semi-phenom.

Buy music you can touch and it will touch you back.

Our adopted feral cat Squawk died, I think a few days ago, defending his attic stronghold from invading raccoons.

I just buried him under the Rising Star Clematis at the corner of the tractor shed.

His body was found tangled in the insulation over the den, pretty torn up, but still proudly wearing his reflective flea collar, a symbol of his citizenship in the Broussard family where his memory will be cherished.

Bye Squawk. You always knew you were more than just a barn cat, even if we wouldn't let you into the house

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> Here's a reward poster for the murderers of a good friend of mine. > I'm not especially into retribution, but I hope they find whoever > did this and put them away.
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> I knew Mallove from stories I did on future science and then on the > weird scientific underworld of Cold Fusion research. He was a great > guy, brutally murdered for apparently nothing more than a petty > robbery. The randomness of the universe sometimes just sucks.
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An employee directory I created for our foot-phobic receptionist. As a gift.

I created this for a Concord High School production of Bye Bye Birdie. It was never used. Nonetheless, I like it's contemporary sloppiness. Looks like an expensive T-shirt design to me. Maybe I should go into expensive T-shirt designing.