Ahoy again, all…
I hope everyone had a nice, long weekend.
Just a quick heads-up: For those patient-but-paltry few of you still invested in my sleepless quest to divine the precise location of that 26-year-old photograph of the Lunachicks –- pictured posing with suitably ludicrous aplomb –- upon an enigmatically distressed patch of Manhattan concrete, please know that FRUITION MAY BE CLOSE AT HAND! Via a confluence of events and word of mouth (or, technically, word of keyboard), I am in touch with the man responsible for shooting the image in question. Details regarding all point of the saga will be forthcoming. So sit tight.
The above image is a clue.