On Saturday I lay down to take my Old Man Nap, and awoke, crying. Alas, I found my sister, Christine Rosamond Presco. She was buried in the emasculating evil of our mother, Rosemary. We hugged each other, and, we were reborn! Here we are! I’m posing as Rosamond’s Protector. Her art, and my Bond books … Continue reading The Rosamond Bond and Brand