The Whole Crew

Don't know how he got the shirt to fit, but he must have rolled a Yalie. Or found a dead one.

Of course there's also Value Village, for the less morbidly inclined. But a girl I knew always assumed they were selling the clothing from dead people.

Outside my front door, yesterday and today:

Rainbows!

Balloons!


It's like living in a frickin' Peter Max painting!