☼ This buzzard probably weighed a few extra pounds from all the rain it soaked up Saturday night. His silhouette made for an eerie sight, perched atop the dead hemlock–carrion feeder sunning from a remnant skeleton tree whose demise was the result of an alien invasion of tiny tufts of white death. ☼ This Saturday, Barnes and Noble-Christiansburg at 7:00–I’ll be reading and signing books, the topic of focus is a 40 year retrospective: first wife, first camera and a snake in a box, …

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