homeland and maybe discover some things along the way. so this is my father and a little friend in france. a little oyster village. this is one of my favorite pictures also of my brother and i in the same spot. we didn t do a lot of travel when we were kids, because, i mean my parents were not rich. we did go to france a couple times because my dad had relatives there. i m nervous. who ever thought we d do something this goofy? this is an oyster boat similar the one on which i had my first oyster. i blame my first oyster for everything i did after. my thrill seeking my hideous screw ups in pursuit of pleasure. i bridled bit early at the choke holed of love. outstanding corporal.