An article was just published in the Edinboro University student newspaper, The Spectator, with the headline 'How Profanity turned Rich Sayer into a photojournalist' (I don't have the paper in front of me so this might not be completely accurate). The story explains how my first High School art teacher told me she wasn't going to 'put up with my shit!' in class and how I ended up having such respect for her that I began to pay attention and try in art class. It really is the single moment that started a chain of moments that has lead me to making my living in a creative field(s). One of the others happened immediately afterwards. I became very close friends with Chris Theiss--who is extremely talented and gifted. I have great respect for him because he has ability far beyond my ability and yet he works just as hard as I do--usually us who struggle have to work twice as hard while many who have innate abilities can sort of coast. Chris has never coasted and I admire him for that. I've always wished I had his ability to draw. Today is Chris Theiss' birthday--he is 43. This picture was taken probably when he was 17 or 18. We had great fun back then in Scituate, Rhode Island. Old old old photograph by Richard Sayer(I don't think I've posted this one before!)(actually I found out I did post it--sorry I have many other of C