There’s no getting around it. You can’t call yourself somebody’s friend if you haven’t built a shrine to them. (Right now you’re thinking, “Well of course, but where am I going to fit in a shrine?”) In a spare closet, silly!
We began our Shrine to Brad awhile ago, and it has grown greatly thanks to Beth providing photos and confirmation bulletins, Brad conveniently forgetting things when he leaves, and also snapping up his stuff off of eBay. (Thanks, Denis.) Be sure to notice the driftwood snake – courtesy of Grandpa Hummel -and the larger-than-life portrait of Ned. I’ll be glad to field any questions, and a free-will basket will be located at the door.