Yes and no.
Although never intended to be The End, a closing post was made on October 10, 2013. Since then, the blog has been sitting here, in limbo, but never quite dormant. It sort of lives on.
Stork Bites Man may or may not get updated, appended, relocated, or deleted. And you never know, posts may start showing up again, but for now, it will just be here. An archive of a particular time.
If you have any thoughts or memories to share, or have an interest in Stork Bites Man t-shirts, please get in touch.
Thanks for visiting.
A.B.
"I painted it for my son"

"Can you imagine me painting a nude?! I painted it for my son Tom, I love to paint. I did not know Sandra took my picture. The angle makes the nude ALL legs — She has flowing red hair." July 28, 1970
Photo found by elizabeth_huey (via instagram)
Tagged: Awesome, Moms, Sons, Things To Make, Vintage
Brotherly Love —
Predicting (or imagining) the future is the realm of the ideal. It can inform your present for sure, but you’ll spin your wheels endlessly if you spend too much time with those thoughts (I should take my own advice here). Mucking about in your past, revising its notable events, can seem equally fruitless...
Read: Philadelphia, PA by Your old pal, Jim
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