About Me

Mister Fisher was hatched from a robin’s egg that sat in a rabbits nest, hidden behind a shallow bed of hydrangeas.  It was the mid eighties, it was autumn in New York, it was a moment in time.  As his swollen eyes adjusted to the clean dawn, he crawled from that blue egg with an incredible beard.

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