Looking at this picture of me today, I believe I was dressed in a Halloween costume. For the life of me, I can’t remember what I was supposed to be. It looks like I’m sneaking off somewhere, in disguise. I wouldn’t have thought to do that (I only tried that once), since I needed to […]
I took this shot as I ventured outside the other day, against all instructions from my watch, which said the air quality was very, very bad. I could be wrong, but I think the sign allows one to be unyielding to cyclists in the space beyond the plane defined by the sign. Perhaps my interpretation […]
There’s a lot of plywood along Broadway. Someone told me it’s there because of possible protests.
When I look at this album, particularly these pictures, I get the impression that Mike was struggling. There’s no one left to ask if this was true. From what I know, signs of autism don’t show up this early. On the other hand, the person who assembled the scrapbook may have been the one struggling. […]
Mike was, and still is a mystery.