Wednesday, April 25, 2012

I walked alone



...until we met.

I listened to YACHT all the way home and rocked out the long way around the harbor.  Even though the water has been an awkward shade of reddish brown, it's still nice to stroll along the board walk.  I got home and made grilled brussel sprouts.

I like it when they put flags on top of cranes.  If you want me to be your father I will be your Dad.