Woollies
The cold has already begun. Last weekend, we had sleet. The sudden onset chill has me wishing that I had the hide of a sheep. This much I know: having wool on my head would be better than my big bald spot. Oh how I dream of having a bad hair day.
walking in big shoes
During a recent trip to Cinci, my buddy Jim and I saw a Vivian Mair exhibit and this guy. I'm not sure which sight impressed me more.
miami valley security, inc.
I don't want to brag. However, evidently I live in an area so free of crime, that a stick passes as adequate security.
sun bear sleeping in a sunny spot
chip off of the old block
seamless
my foggy morning drive
wednesday’s word #13
a portrait of John Dunn
tim mcmurdo 