I'm starting to get fascinated with monotones. Took this picture of Third when I dropped by their place after my highway adventure. We were chatting over coke and crackers in their dining room while Pierre read a letter I wrote to him in December 1998. It was only now that I was able to give it to him because, admittedly, I forgot to mail it, and soon lost it. Good thing I accidentally discovered it in one of my shelf drawers. He was able to finally read the letter -- after six years. Just ask him if it was worth the wait.
