This is not one of those blogs where you are supposed to take me literally. I could just see large soggy boxes with nothing but a top hat, three pieces of coal, a carrot and a corn cob pipe waiting for me in the lobby at the Register.
My cousin's child is doing a class project. I'm sure many schools from all over the country do the same project, but I received an envelope in the mail with a flat version of Braeden, he's my cousin's kid.
As you can guess, a photojournalist has to drive around town quite a bit from assignment to assignment. We see quite a bit as we're out on the roads including bad drivers, a lot of road kill, and more red lights than I care to mention.