They came to my swearing in as chief judge. The Links invited them to a motivational session with the Hawks. Inside Cottage One, easles flank the sitting room. A tall young man is struggling with his tie. Down a small hall another teen is mounting the last of the paintings on exhibit this evening.
Poems entice visitors down a short staircase.
I wanted to say the right thing. I wanted people to have something to think about. When I first got here, I was impressed with all the guys who could draw like crazy. So, I just threw something together and put a crown on it. I'm the king of my twisted self.