For years I kept journals -- in composition, spiral bound, and French graph paper books. This blog is an attempt to get back to writing and documenting the world around me using photos, newspaper headlines, and other articles.

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Racing stripes

When we were little, we used to tease Mom about painting racing stripes on our car and wearing helmets in the back seat.  To used a cliche, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.  Selim and I made it to Harrison in 4 hours 20 minutes, including a pit stop.  Fastest trip ev-ah.

Driving through the center of town, before turning onto Heather's street, Selim started laughing.

"What is so funny?"
"Did you see that sign?"
"What sign?"
"Wells Fargo.  If you added a T to the middle, it would be Wells Fartgo!"

Nine year-old potty humor, got to love it!

Anyway, here are a few of my favorite people pictures from this afternoon's playground fun.










And the scenery:




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