Painting Charlie Parr’s guitar, and who the heck is Dave Hundrieser?

Dave smokes the best pulled pork around.

Edward, I'm worried your penis is going to pop out your dick-hole over this quest to hang out with artists over common folk. Did you know that the Navajos didn't even have a word for art, and do you know why? It's because they were too busy raiding, and pillaging. No that's not why,  it's because they didn't separate the two, life and art. So I bequeath you to think about this as we give thanks in the coming weeks and pray that the zombie hoards don't arrive the day after antibiotics lose their efficacy because we overfed them to farm animals, and your cave drawings a thousand years from now depicting these events are mistaken for art.

I'd like to keep things kind, friend. The whole point of my little "mid-life crisis project" is to simply immerse myself in the community, and yes, all of life is art. I say this repeatedly about my friends who are farmers, the folks at the hardware store who are absolutely artists in the lives of the neighbors all around me as a communal tapestry is weaved down there, experience this by being seeing life interpreted through the eyes of my wife the painter, and have observed that those called to lead our community are artists in the full sense of the term. Life is more satisfying when we dare to delight in all of these things... Frankly, I love to write about the common and simple things that most people overlook.

The entire above litany needs to somehow become a part of Shawna's upcoming DAI show.

Litany. Now that's a damn fine word. Thank you kindly, Mr. Tim! We'll see what we can do along those lines...