The Jer: The buddy system
The Jer: Day 342:Welcome back summer. Missed you.
The Jer: driveway
The Jer: Peace
The Jer: Maiden Voyage
The Jer: The Grillmeister
The Jer: Where will the waters take him?
The Jer: Sinclair Lewis is rolling in his grave.
The Jer: The Scent of Spring
The Jer: Sunset over Pine
The Jer: Frost on the Pumpkins
The Jer: Icy Needles
The Jer: I'm Dreaming of a Grey Christmas
The Jer: Winter in the pines
The Jer: My ancestors were in Hoosiers?
The Jer: In silence, his thoughts were deafening.
The Jer: Yertle is rolling in his grave...or shoebox.
The Jer: It's like a grapefruit in your mouth.
The Jer: My Saturday Evening View
The Jer: Like a Mighty Flame
The Jer: Day 341: Rest for the Weary
The Jer: Hello, my Independence Day nemesis.
The Jer: The close of another 4th of July
The Jer: The bulrushes is thick this year.
The Jer: Glasses + candles + sand = festive
The Jer: Long Gone.
The Jer: The boys of Summer
The Jer: Flensburg Falcons Rule!
The Jer: The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.
The Jer: Swedish Flag at half mast