hey there, columbia

This gent that I encountered told me bits and pieces of his story about riding his bike from Columbia, SC to Minnesota for a family reunion. Even with (or perhaps especially with) all the drunken antics included in his tale, it kind of made me feel good about humans for some reason.


"American Air Pirate" ... that shirt rules.

I was riding down Assembly Street, and low and behold, there was some exotic roadkill. What in the world was an armadillo doing crossing Assembly Street?

Also, babysitting lesson du'jour: Moon sand is some grand stuff. I think we created and destroyed a sand universe at least 8 different times today.

http://www.moonplaysand.com/Default.asp?Redirected=Y