When I first arrived in Columbia, Jose (an exchange student that lived with us while in High School, he's the same age as my youngest brother), was visiting from Spain. It has been a few years since I've seen him. We all went out to a nice Tapas restaurant but I waited until we went to Waffle House until I whipped my camera out. Jose ate at there every morning he was in town. He feels strongly that Spain needs this particular franchise desperately.


Mark and I giving a pre-Halloween preview. Not my finest work but supplies went missing.



All I want for Christmas is....








Bethany, Booger and Keith (Keith is the one wearing the jacket). I took this one moments before I left Nashville. I stayed at their place for 2 nights after the most white knuckle bus drive ever. It was a trifecta of bad elements-Night, Rain and Wind (the wind was the worst problem). I was buffeted by wind (felt like blowing a tire at times), and my headlights in the rain only illuminated about 4 traffic lines ahead, the rest was pitch black. I just had to have faith that the road would keep showing up with nothing in it.

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