Skip was always one step ahead us all. His laugh, followed of course by his smile, teeth, tongue and so on, always seemed to round bends before he did. One always knew when Skip was coming. And not always for the same reasons. Like the groups he administered (he loved that word) he was a Ninja-mole, but had been sworn … Read more

Skip was always one step ahead us all. His laugh, followed of course by his smile, teeth, tongue and so on, always seemed to round bends before he did. One always knew when Skip was coming. And not always for the same reasons. Like the groups he administered (he loved that word) he was a Ninja-mole, but had been sworn to secrecy, as obviously needs no explanation here, so had to split his greatest love Ninja-molery into two to protect his secret, to shadow his clan, to block the intrusive light of day from his albino eyes. His biggest fear come to fruition he had to step ahead of the crowd, as usual, and leave Japan to stealthily dig his way across the Pacific, back to the origin of his nocturnal ancestry, back to where he would eventually meet that great Garden Weasel in the sky...wait, this isn't an obituary! Damn German computers & they're anachronistic translation software... Um, okay, summing up, Skip's ist ein ausgezeichneter Photograph und er hervorbringen einige Kinder im grösseren Japan Archipel. Danke.