I believe that the impetus for this project was probably my acquisition of a stack of sheets of green foam rubber originally used as packing material at the Singer plant in Anderson where my grandmother worked. For whatever reason, one day it occurred to me that said foam rubber might be combined with a tank driver's cap from the army surplus store to create the fabulous headgear here depicted. The addition of a bathroom and my fabulous goat's hoof-tipped walking stick (hand-carved by my father several years earlier; it still exists, but is ludicrously short now that I've passed the three-foot line), and I was ready to offer up the ancient wisdom of the Jedi to all supplicants. I then posed for these photos and moved on to whatever mischief next called to me... likely one that involved swimming, fireworks, watermelon, or all of the above, since my memory is that this all occurred in late May or early June, not long after the movie came out.
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YOU'RE BACK!1!!!12!!!
Dave, I never really left. A very wise woman with a very bad perm once recited these words:
Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, you would walk with me all the way. But I noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life there's only one set of footsteps. I don't understand why in times I needed you most you should leave me. And the Lord replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you. And I would never, never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you saw only one set of footprints, it was then that I was carrying you."
---"Footsteps In The Sand",
by Mike Stoller (?!!)*
Now imagine yourself under that perm, and me speaking to you from on high, and that's kinda how it is.
* I found at least two sources claiming this, but Cristy Lane's husband/manager/convicted criminal's name is LEE Stoller, and the whole thing is derived from a preexisting public domain syrupy parable, so I'm not convinced that Mike was involved. On the other hand, he liked money, so why not?
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