On Monday morning, March 14th I was doing my normal MWF morning commute from Rochester to Keuka Park in New York and listening to my iPod. A song started up that I did not recognize and then my brother started to sing. It was a song from his anticipated third CD - "Star". So I listened to the song as I continued driving and then heard other songs fill the time until I arrived at the College. Keuka College is a beautiful but remotely located school on the west shores of Keuka Lake. There is no T-Mobile service at the school or for the thirty minutes of my commute that surround my travel to or from it.
I taught my morning classes and then started my return trip shortly after noon. At nearly the same location that I had heard Todd's song earlier in the morning my phone began to ring. Dad was calling to tell me that Todd had died at 9:30 am local time... about ninety minutes after the song had played. We talked for a few minutes. He told me that Todd's corneas were being donated and that once they had been removed his body would be cremated and that there would be no funeral in Nashville... at least not right away. He and Mom would be headed back home by Thursday. I talked to my sister for a while. She was riding with Kip back home from the Hospice and we both agreed to attend the ashes ceremony on the Gulf Shores, whenever it would be scheduled.
I called in to work to take the afternoon off. I drove home and went to the store to buy food for supper, including a small cake. I had decided to get Alosha from school and we would share supper and light a candle on the cake in memory of Todd. Sometime in the afternoon before I went to the dorms to get Alosha I put together the last images that I had of Todd and mixed in the music of "Til I Get Used to the Pain" and "Star".
On Tuesday morning I called in to both of my jobs to take the day off, drove Alosha to school and returned home. I had one more project to pursue. I needed to identify all of the twenty-plus years of home-movie video recordings that I had. I was looking specifically for the family reunion we had in Colorado in 2005 for which I had already found pictures, but felt certain that I should also have video footage. In between viewing snippets of videos to identify the dates of over 100 recordings I began to read the Caring Bridge journal entries. At first from the most recent postings backwards in time, and then I decided to start at the beginning. I was impressed with how calmly and resolutely Todd faced his situation. Ever realistic about the long shot for finding a cure, Todd seemed to be at peace with what was happening to him.
I lost track of time that day. I slept, cried, read, viewed video segments, repeat, rinse, etc. By late evening I had finished the Caring Bridge journals. I had identified every video that I had without finding video footage from summer of 2005 and came to the realization that I had not used the video camera at all during the reunion because I had found that video footage often disappeared without being viewed while photographs were a lot easier to share. Suddenly my urgent frenzy to complete my documentation of Todd's life came to a crashing halt. I had found what I could find. Todd's battle was over. It was time for all of us to rest.
I was finally able to return to doing my work with more complete attention to details. I only know that's where my energy went because my Facebook messages and youtube creations have a significant gap from March 14th until March 25th when I launched the RockDocTDC YouTube channel. Dad had mentioned to me that Todd didn't want the family reunion videos to be available to non-family members. Dad specifically asked me to make the video using his collection of photographs private. I decided one path to pursue would be to generate separate YouTube and/or web pages to commemorate Todd. I started by uploading the shorter performances from the February 28th Red Rooster concert to the new channel. Eventually I took down the original postings from the family's channel. Until the new channel receives permission to upload longer videos, however, I am still keeping the long ones (more than 16 minutes) on the family site so that people can still view them.
In the intervening time I had begun collecting Todd's musical film and television contributions. His music had appeared in the films "Tequila Sunrise", "I'm Gonna Git You Sucka", and "Angel Eyes." I had never seen any of these movies so I added them to my Netflix queue, watched the movies and captured the portions of each film that included Todd's songs. I began mixing them into the next video, but there were some more obscure additions that I had to pursue first.
One was a lifetime made-for-TV movie called "We Were the Mulvaneys" which had four songs within the film. One of them was entitled "Fall in Love" which was credited to Todd, Austin Roberts and Bill Martin. This song did not appear on Todd's website and I had only found it through obscure half-references in Movie-based webpages. I watched the whole show and heard only two songs. Then I went back to the credits and figured out one was a Frank Sinatra song that was being played instrumental-only in a country club scene by a guy at the piano. All of the music in the show was from "live" performances, not from recordings that played in the background of scenes. So then I went back to the high school dance where the other two songs appeared and listened hard to the backgound noise and music when two characters are talking downstairs from the gym. There it was. A song I actually knew but no longer had any recording of it to remind me of its lyrics. I had a new mission. I needed to find that song and the others on the cassette tape that my brother had given my parents back in the 1980s.
The other frustration in putting together the video snippets came from the Baywatch television series. Todd had co-written the closing credits theme that David Hasselhoff sang vocals for during seasons 2, 3 and 4. One episode from season three of Baywatch - "Point Doom" - included a song performed by Giant. So I decided to add the relevant DVD to my Netflix cue and watched the "Point Doom" episode. No song that matched the lyrics for "Save Me Tonight". At the end credits the singer didn't sound like David Hasselhoff to me. I was confused. I dug around the internet some more and discovered that the DVDs had copyright disputes and none of the original music in Baywatch remained in the DVD version of the show... all the music was replaced with generic, uncredited (and unimaginative) music. So I decided to complete the compilation video with explanations for the gaps and dubbed Hasselhoff's song over the end credits I had captured. The compilation video was posted to the RockDocTDC You Tube Channel on March 27th, 2011.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Final Cut Hiccup and Life in Translation
Monday March 7th through Wednesday March 9th were very frustrating days. As Todd lingered in the hospice it was becoming apparent that using it as a day care (or night care) option was not going to happen. Todd was going to be there 24-7 until the end. I struggled to provide video You Tube access to the remainder of the concert, unaware that he simply had no more sustained attention to watch remaining DVDs of the professional videographer's version of the concert and there just was no point in trying to push more You Tube submissions his way.
So in my blissful ignorance of the futility of my efforts (for the purposes of Todd seeing these videos) I struggled with a glitch in Final Cut where the sound for the Piggys was obliterated by various repeating loops of audio from within their performance. I tried re-rendering and got identical audio oddness. I tried altering the length of segments, re-importing the old files, and finally re-mastering the conversion of the original files and re-importing the new re-mastered versions. Ultimately I was able to get the correct sound for the Piggy's performance, but it was now Wednesday and Todd's life hung in the balance (or so it had nearly seemed at the time).
Dad's reports showed continuing deterioration. Although he knew perfectly well where things were going as Todd's condition worsened, he prolonged the battle in his postings by shifting from daily reports from the battlefront to two-day reports. In this way it seemed to us distant readers that Todd now stairstepped his way down... holding steady at one condition for two days, then suddenly deteriorating the next. Within two more days I managed to put the Bo Bice section together and had it posted to the collection on March 11th.
Friday morning the wiki page had been flagged for improper references, which I had not the slightest idea of how to repair, but Todd's page itself was not flagged as being problematic (people writing pages of a biographical nature are warned that the subject of the page should be noteworthy enough to deserve an encyclopedia page).
On Friday the kids pumped out Steve Holy's "Good Morning Beautiful" and Saturday resulted in "No Mercy" (a harder song to put into meaningful ASL since the song's meaning is a bit less clear than the other two songs).
This left "Keep On Rolling" by Bo Bice, Buffy Lawson and Todd Cerney as the last song to need a translation. The kids gave a good effort, but again, the song's lyrics are vague and the essential rhythm of the song was not present because I had only given them lyrics to work from (which had been sufficient for the three previous ballads). "Keep On Rolling" needed more work to include the group-cheer quality of the song within the translation.
Saturday's news from Dad revealed that Todd was in no condition to see any of his nephew's performances of his songs. I didn't see Dad's note until Sunday morning right before church and so I called a stop to the translation process. In church I prayed for Todd's release. We have two particularly expressive song-signers among our church's Deaf congregants (Azael and Mercy) and I kept looking at the joy of their expressions as we piled worship song upon worship song that Sunday morning and afternoon. After church I asked them to join me on Thursday, March 17th to put together a translation of Ty Herndon's song "Journey On" which he had closed his set with at the Red Rooster Tribute. I had assigned additional meaning to the song during the previous two weeks, regardless of whether it had been Ty's personal wish to Todd. Somehow I had expected that Todd would die around the 17th and I had anticipated that Thursday's recordings of the translation would be a send-off tribute.
Todd didn't make it to St. Patrick's day. He died on Monday morning, March 14th... only twenty-two hours after I had prayed for his release from the pain of this world. Mercy and Azael both kept their Thursday appointment with me on St. Patrick's day and they performed their parts against the green screen. As I write this, I have yet to edit their performances into Ty's Red Rooster performance, but look for it in future postings.
So in my blissful ignorance of the futility of my efforts (for the purposes of Todd seeing these videos) I struggled with a glitch in Final Cut where the sound for the Piggys was obliterated by various repeating loops of audio from within their performance. I tried re-rendering and got identical audio oddness. I tried altering the length of segments, re-importing the old files, and finally re-mastering the conversion of the original files and re-importing the new re-mastered versions. Ultimately I was able to get the correct sound for the Piggy's performance, but it was now Wednesday and Todd's life hung in the balance (or so it had nearly seemed at the time).
Dad's reports showed continuing deterioration. Although he knew perfectly well where things were going as Todd's condition worsened, he prolonged the battle in his postings by shifting from daily reports from the battlefront to two-day reports. In this way it seemed to us distant readers that Todd now stairstepped his way down... holding steady at one condition for two days, then suddenly deteriorating the next. Within two more days I managed to put the Bo Bice section together and had it posted to the collection on March 11th.
As the weekend approached I realized that I needed to change from the mindset of a search and rescue operation to a search and recover. Todd was dying and I was now faced with the irrefutable fact that nothing I could do would make the slightest difference for him. My parents were watching him slip away. My sister by now had taken time from her job in Atlanta to join them in the process. I found myself slipping into more frequent bursts of sustained grief as an instantaneous response to images, lyrics, music, spoken tributes from performers on stage... the slightest thing would set me off. After four months of foreknowledge that my brother was dying I had only started to grieve his loss on the weekend before the Red Rooster tribute when I assembled a slide show using my father's photographs. Every time I saw the photo of my mother holding a toddler Todd, I had to pause... even thinking of the image right now as I just typed those sentences brings me to the verge of tears... (past the verge now...)
Late night on Thursday, March 10th I had begun to piece together Todd's Wikipedia page by exploring wiki code from other artists and then substituting names, places, titles etc. so that the picture that the code painted was one of Todd, not of Elvis (one artist whose page I eventually borrowed some code from). I began by creating my wiki editing account and then I started crafting Todd's page. At 2:13 in the morning on Friday March 11th it was done - or rather begun - and I wrapped up for the evening.
Friday morning the wiki page had been flagged for improper references, which I had not the slightest idea of how to repair, but Todd's page itself was not flagged as being problematic (people writing pages of a biographical nature are warned that the subject of the page should be noteworthy enough to deserve an encyclopedia page).
So this was my grieving process, writing Todd's eulogy in present tense on his wiki page, quilting together the searchable patchwork of his life's highlights, discovering an extended community that loved my brother and was going to miss him much more than I ever had in the past thirty years of our lives. It is an odd thing to find one's brother scattered across the internet. I learned about songs he had written, places he had visited, people he worked and performed with... all of these sounds and images played out privately from my computer screen and flowed into my brain. I realized that I needed to find a way to draw my children into better understanding their uncle before he was gone. I needed a grieving partner and my son was there for me.
I set upon the task of getting ASL translations of Todd's greatest hits up on the You Tube channel. But rather than approach this task the way my Deaf children have typically experienced interpreted life, I decided to ask them to provide the translation rather than forcing them to watch Dad tell them how the world was. (So much of an interpreted life must seem this way... "there he is again, telling us what so-and-so says") This needed their direct involvement in the process. Unfortunately for my son, this meant that he received the brunt of my assignment because his sisters were finished with high school and out of the house. Fortunatley for both of us, Alosha had a friend staying for the extended weekend (teacher conferences on Friday) and together they were willing to work up translations for the four Todd songs that were performed by the original artists that cut the work. Task number one: Restless Heart and "I'll Still Be Loving You".
While the kids worked on generating a translation into ASL from the original lyrics, I focused my attention on linking Todd's Wikipedia pages. Now that Todd had a page in his name I could link his name references on other wiki pages to his home page. For example, Pam Rose and Mary Ann Kennedy both have wikipedia pages in their names. On the "I'll Still Be Loving You" wiki page (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I'll_Still_Be_Loving_You) the reader sees that their names also serve as highlighted links to each artist's page. I edited the song's page to change Todd's name so that it also linked to his page; and I repeated the process on all of the pages I could find that referenced Todd's name (and cleaned up mispellings of his name along the way).
On Friday the kids pumped out Steve Holy's "Good Morning Beautiful" and Saturday resulted in "No Mercy" (a harder song to put into meaningful ASL since the song's meaning is a bit less clear than the other two songs).
This left "Keep On Rolling" by Bo Bice, Buffy Lawson and Todd Cerney as the last song to need a translation. The kids gave a good effort, but again, the song's lyrics are vague and the essential rhythm of the song was not present because I had only given them lyrics to work from (which had been sufficient for the three previous ballads). "Keep On Rolling" needed more work to include the group-cheer quality of the song within the translation.
Saturday's news from Dad revealed that Todd was in no condition to see any of his nephew's performances of his songs. I didn't see Dad's note until Sunday morning right before church and so I called a stop to the translation process. In church I prayed for Todd's release. We have two particularly expressive song-signers among our church's Deaf congregants (Azael and Mercy) and I kept looking at the joy of their expressions as we piled worship song upon worship song that Sunday morning and afternoon. After church I asked them to join me on Thursday, March 17th to put together a translation of Ty Herndon's song "Journey On" which he had closed his set with at the Red Rooster Tribute. I had assigned additional meaning to the song during the previous two weeks, regardless of whether it had been Ty's personal wish to Todd. Somehow I had expected that Todd would die around the 17th and I had anticipated that Thursday's recordings of the translation would be a send-off tribute.
Todd didn't make it to St. Patrick's day. He died on Monday morning, March 14th... only twenty-two hours after I had prayed for his release from the pain of this world. Mercy and Azael both kept their Thursday appointment with me on St. Patrick's day and they performed their parts against the green screen. As I write this, I have yet to edit their performances into Ty's Red Rooster performance, but look for it in future postings.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
March Searches
In March I rapidly learned the new version of Final Cut as I worked to edit video footage from the February 28th Benefit/Tribute concert at the Red Rooster Bar & Music Hall. My first experiment with green screen chroma key effects was my Bo Bice story.
On Tuesday, March first Alosha and I traveled back from Nashville to Rochester. On Wednesday I was back in the classroom with my students. I told the story of meeting Bo and how when I introduced my son and daughter to him (using ASL because they're both Deaf) he immediately launched into a story about his son being taught signs in pre-school. I videotaped both English and ASL versions of my story against the green walls in our ASL video lab at Keuka College, stopped at the Apple store on my way home to pick up the Final Cut Express software, then got to work that evening playing with the program. That night I had the first video uploaded on the family's You Tube channel:
My father and mother were still in Nashville helping Todd and Kip. Dad had his laptop in their guest room and was issuing updates to friends and family. Wednesday night's update revealed that Todd had checked in to the Alive Hospice to try to better manage his pain and that he'd be staying a night or two until it was under control.
In addition to pursuing the editing of the concert footage I also started to dig through family films. On March 4th I edited video footage from my June 1987 visit to Nashville.
In May of 1987 I had just returned from a four-month internship in Bristol, England; interviewed for my first job (English instructor at Gallaudet University); and graduated from the Linguistics program at Gallaudet (in that order and all in about one week"). June provided some down time as I waited for the full-time job to start in August. I brought my trusty VHS-C camera that had travelled with me to England, France and back to document the normal household routines of Todd and Kip in their old house on Starlit Drive.
I had also downloaded a bunch of Todd's performances that were already on You Tube and posted our own copies on the family website (I'm a big supporter of backup files, so I was harvesting what I could find and reposting them). Dad's report on March 5th was that Todd was wearing out. He wasn't in agony, but he just didn't have the stamina to make it much farther than from the bed to the chair and back again. Dad announced that Todd was not going to be leaving the hospice. By Saturday I had completed mixing four different acts using the multiple video camera shots of the February 28th concert.
The first was what I called "Margaritaville Mike" and involved a fellow I met while I was setting up the cameras and getting ready before the concert got rolling. Mike had set himself up at the edge of the wet bar that we were using to store band instruments and as video central for Todd's skype connection and my main video camera. Mike had bought one of Todd's CDs and wanted me to keep it safe for him so we agreed on a spot that we would keep it where he could grab it when the concert was over. Through the night Mike proceeded to drink steadily and repeatedly asked me and others to pass along song requests to the musicians playing. Everyone was playing a strictly planned set revolving around their own hits and/or Todd's songs, so Mike's requests just couldn't be easily met. But Mike had money... either lottery winnings or results of a lawsuit. Tim Buppert coordinated Mike's desire to donate just under two thousand dollars (it took two different credit cards, but the donations went through) and Mike bought himself a song - Margaritaville. Mike carried it off better than one would have expected (He wasn't as thunk as I drank he was). When the concert was over, Mike forget to take his CD with him. I'll let you know if I find out whether he ever got it or not.
Because the concert footage is not technically a family video (no members of the family appear in it), I have since created a separate You Tube page for these kinds of videos (concerts & tributes to Todd plus Todd's performances) and so this video is now located on You Tube's RockDocTDC channel.
Peter Noone's performances, Steve Holy and Ty Herndon were all completed on Saturday, March 5th. You Tube provides space to add descriptions of the videos and I felt obligated to credit the songwriters for each song performed, not just for the ones Todd had written. So I worked to figure out each song that had been performed and identify their authors. My first surprise was to discover that Bo Bice co-wrote one of the songs he performed with Todd – “Keep on Rolling”.
In between songs I listened to the testimonies being given by the people on the stage. I had heard some of these testimonies that evening but now I was able to really watch and listen to each person without distraction. One after another praising my brother for his humanity, for his compassion, for his support for newbies in town and his honesty in how he dealt with them, guided them, and worked to build them up without taking advantage of them.
On Sunday I was on to Restless Heart and Thom Shepherd and the Nashville Songwriters Band. Restless Heart (and all the other groups previously) was easy enough to find information. It was a longer and more complex effort to understand the lyrics for the songs performed by Thom Shepherd and the Nashville Songwriters Band and then trace them to the band members who had co-written them. It was this process - digging around Wikipedia, You Tube, ReverbNation and MySpace - that provided the impetus for this project.
I dug around and followed leads like a CSI agent (Country Song Investigator-Nashville). I found extra traces of my brother as I bumped the edges of co-writers and co-performers contributing to various albums or artists. It spiraled and spun into a massive interconnected web and I'm still following multiple loose threads.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
In The Beginning
In the beginning was Todd.
Todd was eleven years and seventeen days older than me.
Todd was hanging out with high school friends and getting ready for college by the time I was old enough to remember much about him.
When Todd moved his hometown from Zanesville, Ohio to Nashville, Tennessee I began to know him from my parents' stories, occasional family get-togethers, and mostly his music. Todd was a song writer, a musician, and it turns out, one well-loved person.
This project - In Search of a Brother - is an effort to better understand the brother that I just lost. Todd died on March 14th, 2011 in Nashville, TN. I had seen him, talked with him and hugged him only thirteen days and eight hours before he breathed his last. At that moment, he looked strong and walked without the cane he had been using.
Our conversation was a fun and informative review of the Benefit/Tribute concert that had just concluded an hour earlier at the Red Rooster Bar & Music Hall (http://nashvillerooster.com). Margaritaville Mike was a known entity to Todd. Ty Herndon messed up a few lyrics on No Mercy but had apparently recovered from some interesting events in his past (including a canceled police benefit concert due to him being arrested prior to the concert), and Peter Noone survived a mangled chord change on "Mrs. Brown..." Todd said that the chord changes on that song are not intuitive and thus easy to mess up.
And so later in the day, on March 1st 2011 I departed Nashville and returned to Rochester, NY to start mixing the videos from the concert and get them posted on You Tube as soon as possible so that Todd could see them (he had not been able to attend the concert himself, but had viewed it through a Skype connection that several of us maintained throughout the night).
As my Dad relayed the news of Todd's deteriorating health, my efforts to mix and upload videos increased. Todd had checked in to the Alive Hospice (http://alivehospice.org) to better manage his pain. The original idea had been to use it as a day support or overnight support so that Todd could get back to the task of cataloging his "book" - his collection of written songs. In the end, Todd never saw his home again... after only a few days he never made it out of bed again.
And so my primary response was to keep digging, keep exploring and discovering who my brother was. Who were these people who had taken the time out of their schedules to put together a benefit/tribute concert? Who were the co-writers that Todd had worked with to create the music in the performances I was video-mixing? I began to discover the Nashville Music Scene and its web of interconnections and relationships.
When Todd died I had been expecting that I would be returning to Nashville for a March funeral. When my father called to tell me that Todd had died I learned that we would not be gathering in Nashville... at least not right away. Todd was being cremated and there would be an "ashes ceremony" later. Dad and Mom would be returning to Zanesville later in the week (they had been gone for a whole month, helping Todd for two weeks before the concert and the two weeks after when he was in hospice care).
The seed for this project had already been planted and when Kip (Todd's wife) revealed that the ashes ceremony would be held in May on the Flori-bama coast, my sister and I immediately committed to being there. I knew then that I would do my best to start documenting the pieces of the Nashville Music Scene that I had distantly discovered online (and only briefly encountered first-hand at the concert). So follow with me as we enter the wonderful world... the frustrating world... of surviving as musicians and song writers in Nashville and the performance venues as widespread as Perdido Key, Florida; Minot, North Dakota; Minsk, Bellarus; Saudi Arabia; and Kristiansaand, Norway.
This is going to be a wild trip. The key philosophy guiding it comes from the maxim "Show me your friends and I'll show you your future." In this case, I have flipped and modified it as follows:
Discover his friends; Uncover his life.
Todd was eleven years and seventeen days older than me.
Todd was hanging out with high school friends and getting ready for college by the time I was old enough to remember much about him.
When Todd moved his hometown from Zanesville, Ohio to Nashville, Tennessee I began to know him from my parents' stories, occasional family get-togethers, and mostly his music. Todd was a song writer, a musician, and it turns out, one well-loved person.
This project - In Search of a Brother - is an effort to better understand the brother that I just lost. Todd died on March 14th, 2011 in Nashville, TN. I had seen him, talked with him and hugged him only thirteen days and eight hours before he breathed his last. At that moment, he looked strong and walked without the cane he had been using.
Our conversation was a fun and informative review of the Benefit/Tribute concert that had just concluded an hour earlier at the Red Rooster Bar & Music Hall (http://nashvillerooster.com). Margaritaville Mike was a known entity to Todd. Ty Herndon messed up a few lyrics on No Mercy but had apparently recovered from some interesting events in his past (including a canceled police benefit concert due to him being arrested prior to the concert), and Peter Noone survived a mangled chord change on "Mrs. Brown..." Todd said that the chord changes on that song are not intuitive and thus easy to mess up.
And so later in the day, on March 1st 2011 I departed Nashville and returned to Rochester, NY to start mixing the videos from the concert and get them posted on You Tube as soon as possible so that Todd could see them (he had not been able to attend the concert himself, but had viewed it through a Skype connection that several of us maintained throughout the night).
As my Dad relayed the news of Todd's deteriorating health, my efforts to mix and upload videos increased. Todd had checked in to the Alive Hospice (http://alivehospice.org) to better manage his pain. The original idea had been to use it as a day support or overnight support so that Todd could get back to the task of cataloging his "book" - his collection of written songs. In the end, Todd never saw his home again... after only a few days he never made it out of bed again.
And so my primary response was to keep digging, keep exploring and discovering who my brother was. Who were these people who had taken the time out of their schedules to put together a benefit/tribute concert? Who were the co-writers that Todd had worked with to create the music in the performances I was video-mixing? I began to discover the Nashville Music Scene and its web of interconnections and relationships.
When Todd died I had been expecting that I would be returning to Nashville for a March funeral. When my father called to tell me that Todd had died I learned that we would not be gathering in Nashville... at least not right away. Todd was being cremated and there would be an "ashes ceremony" later. Dad and Mom would be returning to Zanesville later in the week (they had been gone for a whole month, helping Todd for two weeks before the concert and the two weeks after when he was in hospice care).
The seed for this project had already been planted and when Kip (Todd's wife) revealed that the ashes ceremony would be held in May on the Flori-bama coast, my sister and I immediately committed to being there. I knew then that I would do my best to start documenting the pieces of the Nashville Music Scene that I had distantly discovered online (and only briefly encountered first-hand at the concert). So follow with me as we enter the wonderful world... the frustrating world... of surviving as musicians and song writers in Nashville and the performance venues as widespread as Perdido Key, Florida; Minot, North Dakota; Minsk, Bellarus; Saudi Arabia; and Kristiansaand, Norway.
This is going to be a wild trip. The key philosophy guiding it comes from the maxim "Show me your friends and I'll show you your future." In this case, I have flipped and modified it as follows:
Discover his friends; Uncover his life.
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