To All, I have received Roger "Radio" Stevens' submissions of his daily mug shots and I must say I am intrigued at what exactly was wafting about his brain July 16, 2000, at approximately 12:00 noon. It's an ambiguous look - could be stealthy, sardonic, sexy, stoned, or slightly besotted. At any rate, it's a steamy treat, let me tell you, and one that you will ponder, and probably dream about, and perhaps frame, or, exhibit upon your fridge, indeed, when it is shared. (What is this thing I have about refrigerators?) After I get everybody else's timely pieces. A voyeur in the house of timepiecers, PK
