Constant Whoosh
Suddenly there’s no traffic. We’ve never heard so many birds. We could get used to this.
Doing Things the Safe Way
It’s getting old, blogging about sheltering in place. But we’ve got it easy — for far too many Americans, the shutdown isn’t merely old, it’s a financial disaster.
Distance, Please (Updated)
Maybe we should come up with a standardized personal space reminder phrase, something along the lines of “Distance, please.” You know, like skiers and bicyclists with their “On your left,” like the French with their “bonjours,” like that one friend we all have with his “You gonna eat those fries?”
Éirinn go Coraintín
Broke my stay-indoors-and-out-of-the-sun quarantine yesterday with a motorcycle ride up Mount Lemmon and back. It felt good!
What a Croc
I’m a convert, a missionary of the Church of Croc. Do you have a minute, sir, to talk about footware?
Down on the Farm
Canned laughter. Who does that any more?
A Cold Reaction to the SOTU
We didn’t watch Trump’s state of the union speech last night and after hearing about it I’m glad we didn’t. Of course everyone’s talking about it on Facebook and Twitter, so it’s not like we missed much.
Tubac Car Show 2020 Photoblog
The annual collector car show on the golf course at Tubac was yesterday. So too was the annual Sunnywood Estates homeowners’ association meeting. On the agenda: the election of new board members … and I was a nominee. Guess which event I rode my motorcycle to?