Photographs from Early 2001.

 

Cynthia getting packed in her coach attire, while the Jeffersons fix all of life's problems in a half hour time slot.

Cynthia finishing her packing.

Cynthia in the hallway of her Pennsylvania apartment, smiling.

Viviana, El Britos, Tiffany, and Erin on the couch together.

Scott and Lala looking dark and evil.

Me on the phone with Cynthia during the gathering.

Scott and Lala looking a little less evil, maybe even a bit suprised.

El Britos waves off the paparazzi, while Viviana and Erin keep him company.

Tiffany attempt to hide from the all seeing eye of the modern entertainment industry cyclops.

Doug "The Kidd" Palermo, hiding from the carnage.

Tiffany gives the evil eye while Scott pontificates.

The Latin section of the crowd smiles.

Pretty pretty pandas.

Pandas attempting to roll each other down the hill at the National Zoo.

Pandas at play, one more time.

Bryan says, how does that camera of yours work there Russell?

The Gordan's fisherman, bringer of the kindness, passed out.

Feff, El Britos, and Erin stare at the collapsed fisherman.

Jim making a nest with the younger O'Marra.

Erin molests the Hob, while the fisherman drools.

The fisherman is molested in his sound slumber. The ethereal mists of the dreamworld hold him strong, despite efforts to disturb him.

The nest is ruptured, the inhabitants attack.

At the beach, wind in my hair. This was my first trip all the way down the length of Long Island, when Cynthia showed me her homeland. This was when we got out of the car and explored Orient Point, the northeasternmost point of the incredibly long island.

Cynthia looking a bit chilly, also at the beach.

Cynthia and I at karaoke.