Strolling down memory lane

and realizing that I've forgotten all the details and am mostly lost...For those with a better memory, I'm posting Philmont pictures from 1995 and 1996. I can't remember the names of at least 50% of the people or horses in the pictures, so if anyone wants to help out that would be great!

You can check out the rest of the damage here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/26381914@N00/

Studying

On Friday nights is a lonely affair. Which is why its good to pick a book called "Urban Nightmares" with people being stabbed on the cover.

Seller's farm house on Seller's Lane

Is where my friend Molly grew up and where I spent a pretty big portion of my childhood. I learned to ride horses in the field next to this house and I kept my first (and only) horse there for a summer or two. Its been empty for two years now and it looks like it may be torn down soon. Its starting when your fondest childhood memories start to look like something out of The Blair Witch Project. Poor old house.

Little cat bubble

Mercedes is so small and light now that she's older than dirt, she sort of feels like a little cat shaped bubble when you pick her up. She takes up space but is nearly weightless.