By extending an arm any one of them could have touched the eighth man, who lay on the table, face up

[8bit_brains]

ward, partly covered by a sheet, his arms at his sides.

HO HUM. Life kinda stinks. I have a commission that I am working on that I can never make it past 50% before I decide it is crap and rework it.

I made these for John's radio show. They helped break up the tedium.

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[flyonawndshield]

thanks alot for those posters again. Sewanee kids will be seeing a lot of them starting tommorrow!