TANKS FOR NOTHING. The sudden appearance of a parade detachment of the 5th Separate Heavy Tank Brigade in Moscow startles comrade cat — moments before puss might have pounced on this frightened starling with sprained right wing (blur, left bottom corner).:
Now this one, you picked a good one; this is one my uncle Walt shot when he was over to the War. He passed, oh, I’d recollect it was ’80, ’81. Bum ticker. He was up to the studio riggin’ keylight for a Turkish Angora client, when he just keeled over, stone cold.
It’s like they say: carpe diem, man.