Below examples of his charcoal on paper art.
After dinner, we made a pit stop at my house for some billiards action. Here are Sherman, me, Shelley and straight-haired Kim.
Mr and Mrs Cahn
Shelley being silly and me ready to drop one in the pocket
Andrew and I were talking about Alien, and he said that one of the writers had recently died. I hadn't heard that news and while living at the creator of Alien's house, I boldly said that Andrew was wrong. Sadly that is never the case, ever. And I learned that truism once again here. Thus, the wager was jumping in his frigid pool and I paid up!
I will say that his unheated pool in January was easily the coldest water I had ever been in, but bless Andrew for putting a robe by the pool and running an ultra-hot shower for me to run into immediately after my icy dip! Note to self and others, never bet Andrew again!
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