This is kind of like my refrigerator, only without the random bits of paper. And please don't put a magnet on it.

If your picture's not here, it's because I don't have one of you. If I don't have one of you, it's just because I don't.

If your picture's not here and it should be, send me one or let me take one.

Brantley and me, just a few weeks ago.
I have known Brantley longer than
most everybody I'm not related
to. We know we're going to be friends
forever because we were in a car together for
forty hours and lived to tell the tale.

This is Ashley Vassey. She is very tiny
and I like her very much.

This is Audrey Burnette. Audrey is 3. I think
she might talk a lot.

My cousin Ben and me. Ben was
my boon companion when we
were growing up. We used to think
we were going to drive across the
country in a pickup truck.

Chris and Karen. You can't tell (heh),
but Karen had been drinking just a
little.

Susan, my fearless leader.

David. Thirtysomething, looks 12.

Debbie, in Rome.
Italy, not Georgia.

Grimace, phooning for mish.

Ellen and me, the day after she became
the Okra Queen of the Entire Country!

A random Montgomery officer, yielding to
my charm and having his picture made with me.

Nancy, the most pleasant person in the known
universe. Nobody not loves Nancy, and you can
take that to the bank.

Drew and Jennifer

My boat man and me. I wish I knew
his name.

Martin and Susan, late in the evening.
Man, we're really aging well!

Oho! A Twirling Star!
and no, that's not a pot leaf.

Susan and Leanne, with trophies!

Will Bryant, who talks a lot. I like him.