Epilogue: Bigfoot Is a Theater Junkie
But Wilson’s heart didn’t break. Neither did Oliver’s.
Jerry was indeed impressed by the footprints. One of those pictures, and Wilson’s unique spin on the story, earned him a front cover for the first time since before the fiasco of his breakup with Mark.
Randy, one of the paper’s graphic artists, was also impressed. The metadata told the tale of the images’ time and date, and that it had been taken on Wilson’s own tablet, so there was no hiding that from Randy even though he could still claim an anonymous source for publication purposes.
“Come on,” Randy cajoled as he stared at a close up of the images. “How’d you do it? You found someone with a first-rate cast? That baby had to be flexible to leave prints like that. And don’t get me started on h
