Listics

Go Stu Savory’s and hear the pussy roar.  As my son Ben would say…  "Sweeeeet!"

Did I tell you about the Thai outcall grooming service we have here in Madison?

Molly Bloom is seven months old… click here to see what this pair looked like in May when we brought the pupster home.

I think there may be a vole or a shrew or even a toad hiding in these leaves. Ever alert, Veneta and Molly are on the case.

Happy dogs. Happy cat. Happy humans. Tired too.

Big gambling town with a bad case of denial. Pleasant people and pretty setting none-the-less. Buses and ferries full of sleaze-tourists crowding out the weary travelers. Thousands of hotel and motel rooms for rent and we had a really hard time finding one last night. Getting out of here now. Off to Lake Superior Provincial Park!

How much can you tell by a drive-through? You can tell whether or not you’d like to return and spend some quality time. The answer was a solid yes for Montreal. It’s a city that called out to me to move there. We only spent a little while driving around and touristing. Most of our time out of the car was spent at the Oratory of Saint Joseph.

I thought the sculpture garden could have used some bronzes, and it certainly needs a few nudes to offset all those concretions of guys in robes lugging huge crosses and what-not.

Mecca… Montreal… humans are certainly some kind of peculiar animal.

Leaving Woods Hole in a few minutes. Hooking up with Dean for lunch. By mid-afternoon we’ll be in the wilds of mid-Jersey for a visit with Beth’s bro and family. Then tomorrow, bee-lining North to Montreal! The water was great here on Vineyard sound: warm, salty, clear, waves, sand, the whole nine meters. Vacations are good. I’ve taken hundreds of 6 megapixel pictures - extravagant waste of storage!

It’s a Flickr thing.