Not much going on today of any importance. This will be a quick one. Photos of the day are a baseball left over photo from me. After the season ended, the boys went out for ice cream at the local soft serve place. The Freeze is located on a fairly busy stretch of road. For some reason that only the “boy” gene can explain, getting vehicles to honk their horn seems to be a right of passage. We’ve all been there. Pulling our arm down as our fist is curled in hopes that we are treated with the beeping of a horn. And when it happens, there is a sense of accomplishment. It’s actually quite bizarre to watch. I really have no idea why people are so weird with a universal similarity.
My son’s photo looks like it might be from Chicago again. I’m not sure. He’s hardly around to ask. I just like how people go about their business with no sense of any interaction.
Moody Walk
Honk Your Horn
Until Next Time,
Peace!
