Here’s the link to that article in the Powell River PEAK:
You go Kyle Wells and the rest of the PEAK team! Thanks for helping to raise awareness about the importance of organ donation.
In other news, I started the process of changing my name today. I now will have two names that people can’t spell: Kirstin Whitford. I suspect that this will make me a spikier individual. It’s a strange experience to have people congratulate you and offer you their condolences simultaneously when they figure out who you are. The whole process was actually much, much easier than I thought it would be. Turns out that I have been a Whitford all along (was there ever any doubt?) and that I have the liberty to flip between my two aliases. Just call me Johnny Switchblade.
So why the change now? Before I had Joey to connect me to the family; things have obviously changed in that respect. Now I have a name, the love that was always there, and of course, the dead fly club.
I swear, I will get to the California pics eventually.
Side note: spell check has now taken to pointing out that both my first and last name are spelled incorrectly. Hur-fucking-ray.