I dropped in and surprised my cousin Joe one time when we were both about 16. Unaware of my presence in his folks' side yard, he was steering his Bridgestone right-handed and swinging a repro Scottish broadsword in his left mitt, slashing the what-for out of four or five department-store mannikins he had tied to trees. Just his normal day, really.
I dropped in and surprised my cousin Joe one time when we were both about 16. Unaware of my presence in his folks' side yard, he was steering his Bridgestone right-handed and swinging a repro Scottish broadsword in his left mitt, slashing the what-for out of four or five department-store mannikins he had tied to trees. Just his normal day, really.
ReplyDeleteIt's a weird picture, I almost did it as "another job you don't want to do"; photographer. The guy on the left does look like your cousin Joe...
ReplyDeleteThat ain't Joe. Too much chin.
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