Captions for the New Yorker Caption contest that I wrote in bare-feet. Run bare, write bare.
- How every traveler appears to airport security.
- “No Arms, No Fowl.”
- Harold took precautions; he was, after all, a wildly successful tax auditor.
- Antique firearms+Craig’s List=Selma’s Mortgage Payment.
- It was a recurring nightmare for the Amish pastor.
& 1/2 Harold was NOT a barefoot runner. The only thing Harold wanted to bear was arms.
