Chronicles of the Wayward Moot

WELCOME TO THE MOOT, oh world-wanderers and word-whisperers. After two years of Peace Corps. After 2,200 miles on the Pacific Crest Trail. What. Comes. Next?


The STACHE before aaaaaanyone else saw it...

The group of all the menfolk in Insomnibus 95 who put in the effort for the long haul and got our "Dale-Staches" on for swearing-in day. (Note Tom Selleck on the far left.)

How embarrasing for the poor Ambassador, apparently about to shake hands with someone from a Wild West show.

As I said before, she has a sweet pad and before you think that gravity down here in Ecuador is a bit screwy, let me remind you that there is a trampoline on the lawn. In case you were wondering, yes, I am fifteen times larger than the other volunteers and like to move around in a flying ball like Blanka from Street Fighter II.

The three schmoozers from my training community. Apparently our cheeks are back in good working order...


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