
I hope that everyone who got sick over the weekend is better now. We're fine as yet. On a happier note, here is perhaps one of the finest photographs ever taken, shot in the park before Steven and Jennie tied the knot. Note Jonathan's characteristically handsome smirk.
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Shhh. I think we are kidnapping the Carrs.
"I'm a crazy German. Where are you from?"
"It tastes funny."
"Hey, pretty little thing, how are you doin'... oh wait, that's Jeremy."
Harumph.
"I told you - Mr. Darcy is a woman."
Haha... that s/he is. I'm glad someone listened.
Danny muttering in the background:
"Don't let them tell you the future's electric, 'cause gasoline's not measured in metric."
"His features were harsh in the extreme. His vast leonine jaws into which vast mastiff-like rows of teeth were set clinched together like a vice. His forehead shot up to a great cone; his chin was massive and square; his eyes were dull and absolutely characterless, and with a glance would leave you uneasy and restless during the night if you had failed to report to the police such a man around before you went to bed." William Monroe Trotter, The Boston Guardian, 1902, describing Booker T. Washington.
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