I want to talk about this photo, because a lot of my coworkers had a laugh about it not long ago. The reason I pulled it out originally was because, in that basket, is a Pound Puppy, and we'd been talking about toys from our childhood. There's a lot more to this picture, though, which appeared in the Telegram-Tribune many, many years ago. I'm standing next to a painting I did. The one against my right arm, sort of stretching from neck to waist. It looks like a horse with a beard and cloven hooves and stars floating right above it? See there? Underneath that compelling portrait of a boy turned toward the artist? I was never a good artist, but this does show that, even back then, I told stories. You see, on the ground in front of that unicorn with wings (fans of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic would call it an alicorn ), there is a dead stag. Dripping from the unicorn's horn in the stag's blood. They'd fought, you see, and the unicorn won. You ca...