Me and Father Ron on a cold December day the week before my 18th birthday when I would no longer be eligible to become an Eagle Scout.
I was up against the clock and was in panic mode but I got it done.
Richmond, Virginia (1988)
"And Ajax by mad passion borne stern had replied, fierce scorn enhancing scorn to fell extremes…"
Me and Father Ron on a cold December day the week before my 18th birthday when I would no longer be eligible to become an Eagle Scout.
I was up against the clock and was in panic mode but I got it done.
Song Of Ajax 
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