“I hear
my ill-spirit sob in each blood cell.”
—Robert Lowell
“My reputation has nothing to do with me.”
—Terry Gilliam
“We’re all in this alone.”
—Lily Tomlin
“The past isn’t dead and buried. In fact, it isn’t even past.”
—William Faulkner
Robert Savina a cybertheater project blog created by a talented actor, producer, writer and dancer who, during Hurricane Katrina, lost everything and was exiled from New Orleans to Baton Rouge
Harry F.P. Haecker old friend, talented musician, consummate punster, and sometime collaborator
Skip Boling my talented architect friend Skip's showcase
Jay, Kathryn & Finnegan Brady the lives and adventures of my dear friends in their new home in the colorado mountains
Rubber Bullet my cafépress site: headquarters for political ricochets, bombastic boomerangs, satirical sideswipes and other deflected oxymorons
The following is a short montage of photographs I took in October 2007 of an injured truck driver, Russell Campisi, whose employer is a policyholder of my employer, a workers' compensation insurance company. Along with Campisi's strong-willed determination, his remarkable recovery, both physical and psychological, was facilitated by then-Claims Specialist Barbara Gilchrist.
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