Soulprints

by justin spring

SOULPRINTS started as a lark one day ago when I became bored waiting for my son Art to complete his business day and go out to dinner. Art always had the latest high tech equipment in his office which included on this day, a brand new state-of-the- art copier that began to draw me to it like the proverbial flame. Rick Furneisen, an old friend from my Woodstock days, was with me at the time and we quickly decided to irritate Art into calling it a day by putting our faces on the copier and...