Balthazar, “Well no wonder you can’t find his present. What all do you have in there anyway?” Gaspar, “Oh, er… Gunpowder, nitroglycerin, notepads, fuses, wicks, glue, and… paper clips—big ones. You know, just, uh, office supplies.” Melchior, “Happy Birthday anyway, Z!”
I'm a designer of stuff and of ideas. I enjoy working with my hands and my mind. For years I have meant to write these stories down for my children and friends. There are so many stories out there being shared, I'd like to add mine.
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