CRUNCH, KRONK, CHUNG

The title will eventually make sense but this was something that happened many years ago…. It was cold, close to the holidays, and Sheree’s parents were leaving town. Sheree was a nice girl– I think. I don’t remember how well we knew her at the American Academy of Art back in the early ’80’s. ButContinue reading “CRUNCH, KRONK, CHUNG”

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