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The caricature of me was drawn by accomplished artist and sculptor Roger Majorowicz at a Halloween party a few years ago (I was NOT in costume). Roger lives in Kings Mills, the southern hamlet of Whitefield, that quaint little hamlet "with all them silly statues out in that field" (anon- quote overheard at the local store).
BTW, that's NOT the most flattering picture of me but it does capture some of my more essential qualities- a generally laid back nature and most comfortable with a cup of steaming coffee in my hand (ok, so it looks like a beer can).
Furthermore, the picture is somewhat deceptive in that it depicts me with a substantial beer er... coffee belly but in fact I'm skinny as a rail. Honest. The beard is also gonzo (at least temporarily), my nose isn't really that big, and my "Old Fart" baseball cap is often replaced by a beanie copter. Other than that it's a true likeness of what I'll probably look like in 20 years.
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