In rummaging through my Big Pictures series, which ran from 1999 until 2010, I found this image from September 30, 2001, when post-9/11 zeitgeist was still fresh. More recently I wrote another will, this one more serious and purposeful, when the Covid pandemic was at full tilt back in March. Unless things change in my life everything would go to my sister. I don’t remember exactly what I meant with this one below. I guess I wanted made things simple for myself by leaving everything to whoever finds me, or whoever wants my palatial estate.
