It’s tough being a weiner. Your hair is really short and you’re close to the cold, cold ground all the time, so I’ve had to become one of those ‘clothes for the dog’ types.
He looks really, really unhappy about this particular wardrobe choice.
Originally from the Northeast, I fell in love with this fantastically bizarre place in 1993, eventually researching and writing about its history, finally leaving a boring life of stability in 2002 to live here full time. Previously a responsible adult working in finance and computer programing, now I write, take photos, gambol in the garden, and freelance as a civic booster.
It's a pretty amazing tradeoff and I hope you decide to hang out with all of us for a while.