My name tag, and this is only a slight exaggeration, is made up of a half dozen or so pine cones, spray-painted gold and attached to a cross section of a medium-sized white birch tree which in turn is attached to a full-sized Christmas wreath spray-painted in silver glitter. I would not be surprised if, at some point, a chipmunk family scurried out of it.
Thus begins Mr. Steve Lang’s descent into a fresh Hell.