Category: walkabout / local

Winter (meteorologically speaking) suddenly comes upon us, with fog and snow.  Time to catch up on my history read. (More to report on that later.)

Seemingly no sooner than the kids arrived, they’ve gone.  So it’s back to reading, computing, aimless wandering …

The flute-playing biker makes his daily appearance and takes his customary spot at First & Main:

[rDay Seventeen-Hundred-Eight]

Fall on Maple Street …

Unabated fog (and cold) this morning …

Up early in the morning dark and fog.  Mid-morning meeting with the car guys.  Break for lunch and brief blue sky.  Back to the work space and finally head home again at dark and renewed fog.