"I know all those people. I have friendly, social, and criminal relations with the whole lot of them." -- Mark Twain

There are a number of fine individuals in Caledon and beyond who make my day just a little brighter, the breeze a little softer, and the smell of Napalm a little sweeter.
Bedlamie Thunders is my crotchety neighbor in New Toulouse, but doubles as the town's reckless youth. Put her, Mark, LilyDay and Ellis in a room together and you got yourself a lineup.

My Merrywidows! Spinsters with hearts of gold.
Red, you beautiful, little thing you. If not heeding the authorities' warnings about pirates is wrong, I don't want to be right.
His Grace the Duke of Greystoke is a generous and enthusiastic patron of the arts. Any man willing to bet 500 prims on some redhead's crazy idea is aces in my book. Don't forget to take yer pills, ya ol' coot!
Mr. Napsterista McCray, discovering his inner nerd through SL. While I do know I have better pictures of you, this one is just so darn cute!
There are so many others like Merlot, Mr. Sapwood, and Rudolfo, I just don't have any non-targa photos of you!