As a young child I remember laying on the floor and watching dust flying around in a shaft of light. To me the specks of dust were planets, stars, and spaceships. To young Ruby they are butterflies. Fly.
Many years ago, my wife told the unusual story of a family named Fleishman. The Fleishmans lived in her neighborhood when she was a young girl. I thought it would be interesting to see how the rest of her family remembered the Fleishmans. So, I asked my Mother-In-Law, my Wife’s Brothers and Sisters, and my Wife to tell me what they remembered about the Fleishmans. I told no one the topic in advance, no one got to hear anyone else’s responses, and all were asked to keep the topic of the interview secret. Click here to see “The Fleishmans.”
Visit a corner in Arlington, VA. Play video.
My New Year’s Day walk-about brought me face-to-face with bad design. See some junk here.
WARNING – ADULT LANGUAGE REGARDING SNACK FOOD! This video features the view from our Venice Apartment’s roof; Fritos or not, pretty nice. Play Video.