Orphans

<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Call them what you will, what I will go with is “Orphans”.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I have a handful of posts that have lingered “on deck,” so to speak, that are, by themselves, sad little bits that were never completed, or, for whatever reason, didn’t pass muster with Tattoosday’s editorial board.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">However, by packaging them together, I can cross them off my list once and for all, and move on. A Spring Cleaning, if you will.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">So let’s get down to business:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Last March 25, I posted <a href="http://tattoosday.blogspot.com/2011/03/home-is-where-star-is.html">this New York’ish piece</a> on Jonathan. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">A few days later, Jonathan got another tattoo and sent me a preliminary photo:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaN6xhLKgOEsizih6TOcvuWUUwy9UB8CQkms2ibsJSk4rDIWwt20pdYjKN6_a5oMP5rvJwhY0o_sSMAE6qjlG_py82ZNCEg6WcCGkJL1xLu_9mX8LzLUn3BSi7xH4keMqegJpmh9xykkw/s1600/owl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaN6xhLKgOEsizih6TOcvuWUUwy9UB8CQkms2ibsJSk4rDIWwt20pdYjKN6_a5oMP5rvJwhY0o_sSMAE6qjlG_py82ZNCEg6WcCGkJL1xLu_9mX8LzLUn3BSi7xH4keMqegJpmh9xykkw/s400/owl.jpg" width="312" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I asked him if he could send me a better photo of this pretty awesome owl tattoo. I asked again at the end of April, and again at the end of May.  I followed up again in October, at which point Jonathan said he would send me a new photo soon.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Look, things happen, and I hardly see Tattoosday as the center of the universe. There comes a time, however,  when I’m going to have to assume that it’s fallen by the wayside, and move on. This means, of course, that Jonathan will email me a crisper photo tomorrow. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">~~<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">At the end of last April, I ran into a guy named Nick on the West 4^th Street subway platform. I snapped this photos:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ_NWTWqlE7HmiNEXi-HWFHDkeeQJkkoJU8QpGl02mHS6G4vNpcDFNtXWHpQSkPTREPrc1_YZzW1WcmLJeuexILayNBT-y1Jmdz1t0_SX2R0yNpD2s3gf7_YC7kX_9-n22acyEs9zQ5xw/s1600/nick+coverup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ_NWTWqlE7HmiNEXi-HWFHDkeeQJkkoJU8QpGl02mHS6G4vNpcDFNtXWHpQSkPTREPrc1_YZzW1WcmLJeuexILayNBT-y1Jmdz1t0_SX2R0yNpD2s3gf7_YC7kX_9-n22acyEs9zQ5xw/s640/nick+coverup.jpg" width="330" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The reason I balked at posting this originally was because the piece is a cover-up of a cross, and the original tattoo is fairly visible in its new incarnation.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I was concerned that a stand-alone post would incur the wrath of the tattoo purists and the story that this was a memorial piece for Nick’s grandfather would be lost. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Thus, it ended up in Tattoosday’s home for Orphan Tattoos.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Thanks to Nick, nonetheless, for sharing it with us.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">~~<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Also last April, I met a guy named Johnny in Penn Station. I noticed as I was passing by  that he had script peeking out from under his shirt at the top of his chest and I handed him a flier and a card. In May, he sent me the following two photos and the accompanying description:</span></div><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Hey Bill,</span></blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">We met in Penn Station a couple of weeks ago. I finally got some pictures of a couple of my tattoos. Both of these were done by Krista at </span><a href="http://www.empire-ink.com/live/" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Empire Ink</a><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> in Akron, OH.</span> </blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinur6JZcxgq-i13z95rEIxKq5BokUHZZW7FK6tgAPLySZRmONHrrusewUBLmBdAxfvUPoW4UTu1Z1sVF_uwiY2K_GL2sS2Xohs0ktIi5SW7Lu2qCWnDUgeEH4v-nUu_lPXJlxnjo-0XVg/s1600/pinup+1+flip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinur6JZcxgq-i13z95rEIxKq5BokUHZZW7FK6tgAPLySZRmONHrrusewUBLmBdAxfvUPoW4UTu1Z1sVF_uwiY2K_GL2sS2Xohs0ktIi5SW7Lu2qCWnDUgeEH4v-nUu_lPXJlxnjo-0XVg/s400/pinup+1+flip.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The pin-up girl was drawn by my grandmother when she was 16 for my grandfather while they were dating. The other was an original design. </span></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPVUhMtPRlzTfoO1nWlNkqesGvUOo2dFbpGDYI-4AsnEj0YV8SplSDCMdJWlcmSfXjZ-0GIiXmXu0n5nR-HWEnoc6HUkaDWRFaLg6ViwvzWgnyeQfADWUgo0chK0crz6GfULtHBvcUevg/s1600/chest+heart+flip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPVUhMtPRlzTfoO1nWlNkqesGvUOo2dFbpGDYI-4AsnEj0YV8SplSDCMdJWlcmSfXjZ-0GIiXmXu0n5nR-HWEnoc6HUkaDWRFaLg6ViwvzWgnyeQfADWUgo0chK0crz6GfULtHBvcUevg/s400/chest+heart+flip.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The Latin quote at the top of the heart is a quote from Julius Caesar. It translates to "From the bottom of my heart". Thanks for the interest in the tattoos and letting me share. </span><br /><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Johnny</span></blockquote><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Honestly, I don’t know why I didn’t post these originally. As time passed and the e-mail </span>traveled<span style="font-size: small;"> to the bottom of my inbox, it became an out-of-sight, out-of-mind submission. Thanks to Johnny for sending these in originally, and for waiting so patiently to see them appear on the site.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">~~<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">At the end of June 2011, I met a woman named Christina in Penn Station, whose ink did make the site a couple months later, <a href="http://tattoosday.blogspot.com/2011/08/christinas-frankenstein-girl.html" style="color: #888888; text-decoration: none;">here</a>. At the time, she was accompanied by two other people, one whose name was Damion. I took a picture of Damion’s tattoo, but it never made the site, until now. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Part of the reason Damion’s work never went live was due to the fact that it is an unfinished work, an orphan in more ways than one. Here’s the shot.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiErdkIywc27bGbcMurCpp5pSOtkn9_NX3owD95qq91oE70LFsM46lEuQL2hRukHLygPg2YVtYs_jkbSmA3jiRWd-w1HvcEVfe_ruzdIE2U6ms5aXIchdY6-rTE7MvyK8oXhIXyr0YpbGU/s1600/Damion+Wings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiErdkIywc27bGbcMurCpp5pSOtkn9_NX3owD95qq91oE70LFsM46lEuQL2hRukHLygPg2YVtYs_jkbSmA3jiRWd-w1HvcEVfe_ruzdIE2U6ms5aXIchdY6-rTE7MvyK8oXhIXyr0YpbGU/s320/Damion+Wings.jpg" width="309" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Damion loves these wings, calling them his “prize possession”.  Why are they unfinished? He credited the artist Carlos Alfonso at <a href="http://www.risingdragon.com/" style="color: #888888; text-decoration: none;">Rising Dragon Tattoo</a>, formerly located under the <a href="http://www.hotelchelsea.com/" style="color: #888888; text-decoration: none;">Hotel Chelsea</a> on 23^rd Street. But, Damion informed me, Carlos passed away. It’s not so easy to have another artist finish the work of a deceased tattooist. Damion’s not the only one who was so affected, as you might imagine. The story rang a bell with me, as I had also featured Carlos’ work in a 2009 post with the ink of performance poet Jackie Sheeler <a href="http://tattoosday.blogspot.com/2009/04/jackie-sheelers-swirling-tribal-tattoos.html" style="color: #888888; text-decoration: none;">here</a>.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">A belated thanks to Damion for baring his back and showing off his wings in Penn Station!<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">~~<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;">As summer waned, I had a couple of unsuccessful encounters in September, in which the quality of the photos I took were substandard, and e-mails to the contributors went unanswered.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">For example, Chris shared this cool octopus on his leg:</span> <span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKdUJpxYYdrYfjjz0vo60DWttYkpZwRWEL-b_CLYYfVc1PUzhyphenhyphenDQF3RdRzs-9oNsSz2Ncowy4a91jrGkEDrTI9JstZxT1mlhiHl6dqaE68re16FTQWtZGZmOgk06PPFqpyiRRkLDmMdd4/s1600/octopus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKdUJpxYYdrYfjjz0vo60DWttYkpZwRWEL-b_CLYYfVc1PUzhyphenhyphenDQF3RdRzs-9oNsSz2Ncowy4a91jrGkEDrTI9JstZxT1mlhiHl6dqaE68re16FTQWtZGZmOgk06PPFqpyiRRkLDmMdd4/s640/octopus.jpg" width="312" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Can you tell it’s an octopus? There’s the issue. Chris’s leg hair and the glare of the sun renders this poor octopus almost invisible. It was inked by a Thai artist named<a href="http://www.myspace.com/supertong" style="color: #888888; text-decoration: none;">Tong</a>, working out of <a href="http://www.tatudharma.com/" style="color: #888888; text-decoration: none;">Tatudharma</a> in Sydney, Australia. Chris was travelling and he “likes octopi,” recognizing that, “as far as invertebrates go, [they are] probably the most intelligent of them.”</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><br />In a weird twist of this orphan post, the Tatudharma web site indicates that the shop is closed permanently, a result of it having been firebombed last April. The artists can still be contacted through the website, however.<br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">A couple weeks later, my camera was programmed on the wrong setting, so I ended up with these two washed-out shots of interesting tattoos:<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibdgnMyYXOhWuuSEG6lgeI4vlhZaHc0qqXDHqUgAZW1oDktTYJ8SS2jsz4Ds0ooBCMSUy5ryVXn-laWAsolTKptv5s4QkB_Nx7vCdR3Dnhrd9taSw8TZ5hMuHh4rg_dlqLnaZHzqp61zA/s1600/Lindsay+plant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibdgnMyYXOhWuuSEG6lgeI4vlhZaHc0qqXDHqUgAZW1oDktTYJ8SS2jsz4Ds0ooBCMSUy5ryVXn-laWAsolTKptv5s4QkB_Nx7vCdR3Dnhrd9taSw8TZ5hMuHh4rg_dlqLnaZHzqp61zA/s400/Lindsay+plant.jpg" width="186" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpozyXhYTQ_OP-m6IG5_hImMH5jaSTBEcWa7KX4-KILg-Q_PvU2lu2ijkrZMUWHffF8OGT6xiyDsoy1Bmr0Skry0uC_FHfOGuDjd4en54K5GrI0Dj7r_D_Jut4i1wsnm3wTNguuJsMx_o/s1600/lindsey+bird.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpozyXhYTQ_OP-m6IG5_hImMH5jaSTBEcWa7KX4-KILg-Q_PvU2lu2ijkrZMUWHffF8OGT6xiyDsoy1Bmr0Skry0uC_FHfOGuDjd4en54K5GrI0Dj7r_D_Jut4i1wsnm3wTNguuJsMx_o/s320/lindsey+bird.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The host of these pieces is Lindsey, a Southern Californian who had both tattoos inked in San Diego.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The plant was done about 8 or 9 years ago by an artist named Alethio.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6058251288236499429&postID=8974985518998789005" name="id.903e1982040c" style="color: #888888; text-decoration: none;"></a><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“I had my boyfriend draw it,” she explained, “I told him I wanted a dictionary-style type of flower, so he kinda came up with a design, so it’s not an actual plant, it’s fictitious … I wanted something organic to be represented on me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The bird on her other arm was done by Gary at <a href="http://www.acetattoo.com/" style="color: #888888; text-decoration: none;">Ace Tattoo</a>. “That was the beginning of a sleeve that never happened,” Lindsey said with a sigh.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Thanks to Chris and Lindsey for sharing their tattoos and for hopefully forgiving  my camera for betraying them.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">~~<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And last, but not least is this piece from December:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv887CzktMsgvfVZCFcywfi7H1vfV0Y2yrzQdVOFyuWeOORpzHdyxqs3EVcpLmcmoUza-0paq8E0MObCpZLMoz4ZqPJMaIzgCWsI7zHxk78mDqXqRMcnffMeZ_D9mzZZERJQja4BXALX8/s1600/wanderlust.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv887CzktMsgvfVZCFcywfi7H1vfV0Y2yrzQdVOFyuWeOORpzHdyxqs3EVcpLmcmoUza-0paq8E0MObCpZLMoz4ZqPJMaIzgCWsI7zHxk78mDqXqRMcnffMeZ_D9mzZZERJQja4BXALX8/s1600/wanderlust.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jen acknowledged that it wasn’t done very well, but she said she had a good reason for getting it. I did send an email as a follow-up, but more than one reeks of desperation. Maybe one of these days Jen will find my card or flier and finally e-mail me back to </span>explain<span style="font-size: x-small;"> what <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wanderlust" style="color: #888888; text-decoration: none;">wanderlust</a> means to her. Until then, we’re left with this orphan.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /><div style="text-align: center;">~~</div></div><div class="MsoNormal">Believe it or not, we still have a few 2011 photos left in the tank, but this entry takes out a good chunk of our backlog. Thanks for giving these orphans a home, even if its just for a minute or two.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">This entry is ©2012 Tattoosday.</span></div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />If you are reading this on another web site other than Tattoosday, without attribution, please note that it has been copied without the author's permission and is in violation of copyright laws. Please feel free to visit <a href="http://tattoosday.blogspot.com/" style="color: #888888; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">http://tattoosday.blogspot.com</a>and read our original content. Please let me know if you saw this elsewhere so I contact the webmaster of the offending site and advise them of this violation in their Terms of Use Agreement.</span><br /></div></div></div>

Orphans

Call them what you will, what I will go with is “Orphans”. I have a handful of posts that have lingered “on deck,” so to speak, that are, by...

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