When I was visiting some relatives in South Carolina I had neglected to print out directions between Aunt Anita’s and Second Cousins Roger and Helen’s. So when Aunt Anita said goodbye right before the big downpour hit, I just went to the main drag outside her suburban enclave and pulled over to call for directions. But apparently, Helen wasn’t sure where the landmarks I described were . . . 
I think if I lived in a town with a Christian Rollerskating rink I’d know where the hell it was.
That’s right.
I said hell.
Imagine my surprise when I find a rogue roll of film among my possessions. Imagine my heightened surprise when I find the pictures are of a rag-tag family of hippies caravanning across a desert. Also, numerous pictures of large poop piles numbered among the 36 and yet, no pictures of animals.
I’m betting on Captain Squatter.
Please let me know if you have any information on these people.
Otis has been thinking about getting into modelling, and I’ve been working on his portfolio. This is his "I’m being roused by the smell of delicious brewing coffee" look.
Nice!
So, I know what to do with this area . . . finally a space I can document the ins and outs, the ups and downs of OTIS! That’s right: Otis Beim. Everyone always asks how the dog is doing and now they can see for themselves. Enjoy!
Otis says "What are you doing here?"
When I drove down to South Carolina about two weeks ago, I stopped at a gas station in West Virginia. It was around 10pm and I just stopped to use the facilities and get some change for the tolls. I went in and asked the man behind the counter for 2 dollars in quarters. While he was managing the register I looked at the items around me and saw a DVD of Jaws 3 "This time it’s personal" facing me. I almost laughed and said "YEA, so personal the shark followed the family on their vacation to warm water . . . after they arrived by plane. Like the shark has insiders at the family’s travel agency . . .YEA."
But then I decided not to.
Mostly because I didn’t know what the guy would say back. Or, if he did, what I’d say. So I took my change and asked where the bathroom was while I stared really hard at the DVD box. He probably thought Jaws 3 made me have to take a hard, mean, pee.