Loading ...o “sane one,”
for years i was the one in the family that marched to the beat of a different guitar. recently, however, i have had to yield that place to my brother. he lives in scotland, and has taken to weaving wicker things from the local willows. his son, my nephew is an architecture drop-out from oxford. for a while he lived in a tree. in a very artistically wrought tree house. he finally met a nice woman who coaxed him back to earth and gave him two babes – my great nephew and niece. i helped them level the foundations for the house they built in my brother’s vegetable garden.
here is my brother with his new hat:
some people think he’s a wizzard, but i knew him before that.