I like this one. It was taken at our friend Mary Anne’s house one week ago, at a birthday party she threw for me and another friend. It is, I believe, the first photo of the post-retirement Woodfords. We’ll probably look about the same in 20 years, only with walkers. And living under a bridge, eating rats.
The next few photos are really fresh, like from two hours ago. Darrell and I rode to downtown Tucson for the 4th Avenue Bike Swap, a twice-yearly event, to mingle with the green new-age vegan crowd and see what we could find to buy. I came home empty-handed, but Darrell found a new pair of bike shorts and a jersey, and anyway, we both had a great ride coming and going. Not a bad morning:
p.s. About that ridiculous object on my head . . . it’s a combination sun hat and bandana that fits under a bicycle helmet, with protective flaps for the back and sides. My dermatologist froze ten pre-cancerous growths on different parts of my face Friday. I see him twice a year and he finds a few every visit . . . things I never see myself, even though I study my face every morning when I shave . . . not to mention the three or four basal cell cancers he’s removed. Nothing to muck about with, this Arizona sun, but I’m damned if I’m going to stay indoors all the time.