it took 32 hours per mile

t. holding court

p. (mouth full): a. (sr.)

all - me

a. (jr.), t. & gmom

for my mom, being a grandmother simply means more toys

i always see something new when i return home: this was in the backyard: notice the rusting hammer: probably been there for years

i'm not sure what this door is doing here: been this way for years

i'd rather not ask where this came from

this was the garden that i made with my mom some years ago: half of it has since been relegated to the grand-kids for use as a sandbox: there appears to be a wheel from a car in the sandbox: again, it is best not to ask questions about such things

m. & b.

b. & b.

t.

this was my second room: when i left home, it became something else: if anyone is curious about where my penchant for alcohol came from then this ought to suffice for an adequate answer: i hope to bring a.k. here someday, & let him stay in the room for a few weeks:

the following photos are a little jumbled in order

this is a part of a door panel that my dad & i picked up in santa fe when he took me to college in 1998: there are 8 carvings based on the kama sutra: it was a gift to my mother: made us all laugh

strangely phallic corkscrews

corks go here

photo of me with statue of dionysus in rome: dad on the left, somewhere else

brother in law and sister a. (sr.) putting together presents

testing presents on xmas eve

mom's bag collection

mom's toy collection: spider man & richie rich comics

mom's "workshop": there is a tractor seat in the left hand corner that i found on a roadside in montana & brought back for her knowing she would put it to good use

found this, apparently belonging to me: 1991-1992

my books still safe in the blue bins

i am staying in the odd room, my first room, that is perpetually going through changes: i am the only one that ever seems to venture into this lost corner of the house: i think my mom tried to make me feel @ home by making the room as strange as possible: it worked

mom's plans for the room written on the wall

very odd: i think i bought the pastel of the clown in paris when i was 15 or 16: how something so horrendous ended up in a frame, i'm not sure: though i am a bit touched that my mom actually held onto it: perhaps it was bought for this purpose...to hang above my "guest bed" 15 years later

mom's license plate collection

this is for t. phillips

all of us: i am second from the left: the only boy: the only one looking @ the camera

corner of 16th & bannock, in boise: for a.m.g.

:

a.m.g.

somehow it ended up in my basement:

on the way to dayton: this sign didn't help @ all

i enjoy this for obvious reasons

p. & t.: i am letting t. sleep with 2 of my prized lambs, pictured here: names, baby & mary

found an old high school t-shirt (luggage lost, for now) & took a portrait in the bathroom

my mom doesn't seem to buy soap or shampoo or lotion: she gets it all from hotels all around the world & stashes everything wherever there is space

this is the window i used to sit outside of and smoke cigarettes: my first childhood bedroom: the window has since been bricked-off: no one goes into this room anymore (same as the odd room above)