Hey, who is that guy? What's his name who writes that blog every night, with a Haiku and a picture? He's a bit somber, political sometimes? A riotously funny and sometimes scary dude.
"da6d Wiseman?"
Nope. I've never heard of him.
Hey, the first person who reads this from a shared FaceBook post, reply with your name and address and I will send you a free t-shirt! (I was going to throw it out anyway, it was getting kind of old and dirty.)
One of my dearest friends earned the nickname "The Knife" from a folksinging duo that he did a tremendous favor for a while back. This is the way the story goes, and this is the way it will go from now on.
The favor, I've already mentioned. "Other than a copy of our CD burned on a laptop while parked in your driveway, how can we ever thank you? Oh. I know, a nickname!"
Well, everyone seemed to like "the Knife," but it just didn't fit right with Bob. Bob the Knife?
This friend I'm telling you about is Clyde Byrd. Robert Clyde Byrd, a.k.a. Bob the Knife Byrd. Well, since everyone liked "The Knife" so much, Bob was persuaded to start going by Clyde.
That's the true story, but Friends, that's not all... That traveling folksinging duo left with a new name too. Them Travelin' Birds.
None of that at all has anything to do with the picture and all I want to way about the picture is this. 
Don't cross the moose, the moose won't cross you!
Look out! Clyde the Knife
Formerly Bob the Knife. Bob?
Just doesn't sound right.
Peace, Y'all!
da6d