“Put me down, man.” I know that voice. “It’s me, man.” Soup? Are you living in Bill Walton’s comically oversized Christmas stocking? “It’s cozy in here. And all the oranges I can eat, man.” That’s good for your scurvy. “My gums are the pinkest they’ve ever been, man.” Does Bill Walton know you’re in there? … Continue reading Christmas Squattings