I found a picture, kind of, of the vulture. It’s in the air behind me with his back to the camera. This shot was taken for my fiftieth birthday at work in my cubical. My friends really took care of me with the decorations. Just a little over the top, don’t you think?
With all the celebration touches, including lunch and a cake, it would not have been a fiftieth without the vulture hanging over the cube.
(No comments about the hair do or that my mouth resembles the Grand Canyon, please.)