EPILOGUE

So here I am discussing with my little friend how to bury something in an urban area that is all concrete. I could get so lost in his eyes. He moves me in ways in which there are not enough semesters to explain. (I had a way more awesome photo of this, but I can't friggin' find it in my iPhoto cache)

We came to the conclusion that our best option was to bury Little Woody where everyone can see, but not reach, rather than bury him underground, where he will one day be reached, but to someone's surprise.

And so...