Postscript
My daughter took this photo from her apartment balcony in Phoenix:
"When I do not want to say things in real life I often say them here." — Mimi Smartypants
My daughter took this photo from her apartment balcony in Phoenix:
This bit of YouTube genius made me happy. Bet it does you too: H/T to Neatorama.
Note: there will be no photographs in this entry, for reasons that will soon become apparent. I decided to go for a bicycle ride this morning. Since it was chilly, I pulled on my new Spandex tights. Oh my God! One glance at the bedroom mirror and I fished out a pair of baggy shorts […]
In the comment thread to my Choosing Day post, I responded to a reader by saying, in part: “In the weeks leading up to Nov 4th, I’d see polls on the internet that consistently showed Obama winning the electoral count with considerably over 300 votes to McCain with 170 or so. Yet the media felt […]
Here’s the tweet I just posted on Twitter: Wow. Just wow. Still waiting to hear about Franken in MN, Stevens in AK, some local results for AZ, but . . . wow! I’m proud to be an American tonight.
That’s what Walt Whitman called it, and I like it. It has a small-town feel to it, and makes you feel as if your vote counts. Donna and I chose early by mail-in ballot; I hope everyone reading this chose as well. Whichever way you voted, you made history today. But back to choosing day, […]
A few photos from last night’s birthday/retirement party.
. . . and yet, today, I retired. Turned in my keys, line badge, cell phone, final time card. Said farewell to my co-workers. Gathered up the few personal items I had there and put them in my car. Drove away and didn’t look back. Nothing stands between me and the yawning abyss we euphemistically […]