Craig B.

The Legoricon

Mom and I watched the headlights as they rumbled up the long gravel driveway of our home. The fancy silver sedan shut down and a strangely dressed character got out. He approached, straightening his garb and smoothing his long blond ponytail. It was held together with a bejeweled avocado green band. The matching knee-length robe seemed like an attempt to modernize something from a bygone era of wizards and warlocks.