I’m not sure what this post is supposed to be about, a motorcycle ride with Donna’s sister Georgianna, or testing an unfamiliar point & shoot digital camera. I’ll start with the camera.
Georgie exploring the prison camp ruins
Our old Canon G9 point & shoot was the family camera until we bought a big […]
California coast, 1970
If you read my motorcycle posts you know I’m a biker truther. That’s what they’re calling members of the motorcycling community who are beginning to question police and media accounts of what happened in Waco, Texas last Sunday, when nine bikers were killed by gunfire and another eighteen injured during an […]
Our niece Rebecca’s been working toward a master’s degree in social work at Western New Mexico University. She did a semester in residence a couple of years back, then moved back to Seattle to finish her coursework on line. She graduated last Friday and we went with her to Silver City NM to watch her […]
This is a follow-up to a previous post, Historical Thingness, where I posted an old photo of The Thing in its original Route 66 location near Barstow, California. Today The Thing (pictured at left) resides near the southern Arizona town of Dragoon, just off Interstate 10 at Exit 322.
The Thing is an old-timey roadside […]
Following up on yesterday’s post: the vet said Schatzi was back on her feet and ready to go home, so I picked her up from the animal hospital. She walked from the hospital door to the car, but she’s still wobbly on her hind legs and had to sit down a couple of times. When […]
On Saturday morning I went for a bicycle ride with friends. When I came home the dogs were fine and up to their usual mischief. I sat down at the computer to do some work, both of them on the floor at my feet. At some point they scampered off. When I came out of […]
Polly’s home with her boyfriend in Ajo and Angie’s back in Tampa. I should be rushing to catch up with bloggage and book reviews, but my thoughts are random and disorganized. I’m leaving on a five-day motorcycle trip Thursday; maybe I’ll get back in the groove once I get some miles under my belt.