But who would ever confuse that blue and gray guy with God? Anyway, butter is good. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
My purpose, in any case, is to continue teasing out strong and thoughtful reports on varieties of topics from bright and purposive young people. First, though, a trip up the old cold river to take in the Big Muddy and support Older Daughter (who helped organize it) in her fledgling foray into the world of independent film.