Sunday night pizza party.
Filming the Springbank Dancers recital.
From the plane…
This is outside the hotel window. Thought it was pretty cool.
Visiting mom’s garden.
With the last shave, I have transformed into my father. Even wearing his original cowichan.
Oh, you must have me confused with my older, sexier brother Cochese.
The chops have separated from their original hosts and now form a symbiotic relationship with the upper lip.
It’s like juice, for adults.