Jeff Rothenbach: An Angel gets her Wings, and a Piece of Childhood Flies Away
I was on the way to Yosemite when I got the news that Farrah Fawcett had died. I spent a lot of time over the course of the weekend thinking about her, and the loss of a piece of my childhood. It was either that or think about the pain in my legs as I hiked up to Half Dome. This seemed like the better distraction. But let me back up to put this in a better context. Continue reading “Jeff Rothenbach: An Angel gets her Wings, and a Piece of Childhood Flies Away”