The cowboy rides off…

I’m kinda getting tired of saying good-bye to people. My brother has been here since the wedding, and left tonight after an adventure consisting of running a soup kitchen, building furniture and cowboy-ing. I’d say it was a complete post-college-break experience; but I guess you’d have to ask him.

He made several contributions to our apartment (and our vocabularies and our lives). The following are the evidence:

Our very own hand-made shesh besh set. Parts contributed by Kibbutz Lavi’s woodshop…
He finally put the old window I found to good use… A new coffee table for us.
This is Crotchless, the cow-skull wonder. S/he protects us from evil.






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