Thursday, June 29, 2006



6/28: After a lengthy pursuit I caught up to these nefarious building blocks in an alley off of 17th St.

Monday, June 26, 2006

6/24: Kevin's 23rd birthday was fun! Whooooooo!


Mike lifted AJ on his pinkie to hang the pinata.


There was an impromptu pinata dance once hanging was complete.


Kevin kicked its ass in the rain.


Wendy smiled her gorgeous smile.


Ioana was ablaze delivering the amazing cake to King-for-a-day Kevin.
6/17: To the beach for a few days with some of my family.


The road to the edge of the world.


Mike: tilt your head to make the horizon level.


Sunburn.


Margaret smiles after a dinner that wound up being primarily piles of hushpuppies.


My last morning there.
Somewhat random images from the last few weeks:


Buddy Jesus shines the light.


Mike gets all crazy on a sunflower posse.


Mike is different by design...which is why we like him.


Mike and Dave WTNR/Smooth threaten the harmless Tang outside Transformer.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006


Friday: In a well-planned operation, a crack crew of beer drinkers hit Goldie's and rapidly consumed a large quantity of IPA.


Tuesday: Picking up Nationals tickets at Scripps Howard, Mike took the opportunity to practice his prize acceptance pose.

Tuesday: I called home and asked, "Who doesn't appreciate Le Foods Ma?"


Later I went to RFK with Mike to see a ballgame.

Thursday, June 08, 2006





Tuesday evening I busted down Route 29 to Central Virginia. Ate dinner on West Main St. with my older sister Elizabeth, my brother Matt, and my sister-in-law Carla. We missed my younger sister Margaret. I guess I'll see her at the beach in nine days. Whoo!

At home in Batesville the dogs and cats were as excited to see me as I was to see them. Got home at dusk, and when I left a little later to go across the mountain to visit my brother and sister-in-law the moon cast shadows like swordfighters through the branches of the silver maples.

The classically cool Piedmont summer evening caused me to think of Bob Long. I wondered if he was playing croquet, sipping a Long Island iced tea or some other highball, readying for a long day of napping in a hammock. Maybe he was hard at work, typing noisily on an old typewriter or gripping his favorite pen, scratching frantically in an old notebook.

Across the mountain, past blurs of road reflectors, another dog awaited petting and more cats prowled. Carla created a fabulously delicious lemon and lavender cake with blueberries and powdered sugar on top. She gave me the leftovers to take home. I may have even followed her instructions to make sure my parents got some too.

Plus I got to cut the grass! All in all it was a good, if quick, trip home.