I had a Big Mac the other day, the first one in several months. It wasn't as big as I'd remembered.
It's nice to be a battleground state again.
I know John Hinckley has paid his debt to society. The experts say he is neither a danger to himself nor others. Still, I'm not comfortable someone who tried to kill a president is out on the streets.
Unbelievable amount of storm damage Monday afternoon, and a certain city around here can't even sweep the debris off the streets.
Is there anything as sad and as moving as a law enforcement funeral? Unfortunately, we've seen a lot lately.
My razor/and shaving blog entries kicked off a lot of comments. It seems most people hate it as much as I do. Scratchy beards are even worse. Yet, I grow a scruffy beard on just about every vacation.
My school experiences also generate a lot of interest. I didn't like school, but I did like to learn (still do). There's a big difference.
I actually ventured in to a shopping mall yesterday, something I rarely do around back to school time. It wasn't that bad.
The Democrats and Republicans did a nice job of designing their convention sets and podiums. However, the DNC basket weave background isn't really working.
I thought I would have to go to the hospital after this morning's moonlight bicycle ride: skunk inhalation. It's been an exceptionally strong summer.
