Courtesy of Facebook comes this photo from August 29, 2010.
“It was a night of early spring,
The winter-sleep was scarcely broken;
Around us shadows and the wind
Listened for what was never spoken.
Though half a score of years are gone,
Spring comes as sharply now as then—
But if we had it all to do
It would be done the same again.
It was a spring that never came;
But we have lived enough to know
That what we never have, remains;
It is the things we have that go.”
That is a seriously happy fella. Where did he go? Peace out!
I’ll find that fucker and bring him back! I’m on a mission!