Category: overwhelmage

Photo: Groom strums a plaintive ballad on a balalaika my mom purchased in Russia in 1961; the ditty is entitled “I’ve Been Hauling Other People’s Boxes in 103 Degree Heat for Days, and It Sucks”“Hummels for Sale” Holy crap. And I when I type crap, I mean stuff and stuff and puffin’-more-stuff–a veritable excess of…