My boy, Tyler (he's the dude to the far right in the picture at left), has been marshaling his arts, of late. He's been punching, kicking and grappling along (his twin, Taylor, has just started mixed martial arts training. Karl Douglas, he of "Kung Fu Fighting" fame, would be so proud). Tyler started Jiu Jitsu not too long back, and just earned his first belt: a yellow belt. The lad's smart and tough, and I have no doubt there will be a full palette of belts coming his way; but it starts with white, then yellow.
A bunch of musicians have trended yellow, too:
Coldplay gets right to the point:
Donovan's brand of yellow was more laid back:
The Beatles got nautical with it.
Kingston Trio- Gave us the bird.
Joni Mitchell put her yellow on a Big Taxi:
That's a lot of yellow, right there. Wonder if I missed any?
I was born in Montana, raised in Tampa, and reside in a small town in the lowcountry of South Carolina with the Lovely Lady Di, and son Tyler. Walterboro (the 'Boro) has about 5,100 residents. It's a moderately interesting place. I work in the public defender's office representing poor people charged with crimes. Some of them did it. Some of them didn't do it. Some are not very nice, a lot of them are just regular Joes with a huge plate of bad luck.
I'm a moderately interesting fellow, who has the good fortune to know or be related to some very interesting people. Is there anyone out there?
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