Kate Ferguson

I’m starting to think I should befriend everyone else with the name Kate Ferguson. Well maybe not all of them, but at least get started on the task. There are many Kate Fergusons. I

I know you’re probably thinking, hey Kate, why do I need to read your blog post about Cheetos when I can just go and read their entire history laid out on Wikipedia. Well, I already did that.

This experience included both blood and the biggest release of back tension I’ve EVER felt.

We tapped elbows instead of shaking hands and discussed the toilet paper shortage. I drank a Corona.

We hopped into an RV and spent a whirlwind 24 hours or so in the desert making music video magic.

Sad, moving, strange.

I jumped up, paused the VCR, and started running around like a baby chicken trying to find someone who could answer my burning question…

(There were upsides…and downsides.)

Here’s me in front of the saloon.

I changed the color of this black and white film photo I took, for one example.