This is Day 2 (of 3) of the annual really big writers conference here in Stumptown. Once again, me and the usual gang of intellectuals are helping people hone their pitches, manuscripts and cover letters. Sadly, though, we are soldiering on without the services of the Right Reverend Cap'n Bob Napier, who is busy babysitting his granddaughter and attending a wedding reception for one of his wife's shirttail relatives, twice removed. For those of you who have become accustomed to seeing our thrilling photos of Bob in action, we offer these encores from 2013 & 14. Hopefully we'll have new pulse-pounding pics for you next year, and hopefully he'll still be wearing the same shirt.
That's almost too intense for me this early in the morning. trigger warnings next time, OK? :)
ReplyDeleteGive 'em hell, Davey!
ReplyDeleteLooks like a meeting of Match participants (chuckle, chuckle).
ReplyDeleteI'd wear a black shirt but they'd think I was you.
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