October 2005 Archives

Ok, I realize I've been absent for a while now, but I've got plenty of great excuses, one of which is another web site I'm working on for a friend's documentary. This is a picture I took in France in September.

Here's the deal: you know he's French, but what's the deal with this guy? My suggestion to spur site activity is to have people submit stories about this dude (fictional, unless you sold him the snazzy orange hat and know his true story). Ten Pork Pony t-shirts to the person with the best story. I'll pay postage. Please post the stories as entries, not as comments. Please reserve comments on this photo for commentary. Please. Please?

Mother always loved her horses. And as with her sons, she always had a clear favorite among them. Having a favorite, however, didn’t preclude her from buying new horses whenever the mood struck her, as it often did.

An acquisitive person by nature, Mother was fortunate in that she had married early to a man of considerable wealth. That he met his end while out riding in the country one day didn’t hinder her horse-purchasing habit one bit. It did put a crimp in her son-siring habit, though.