the airport 10 miles out of town, triggering the Great Fare Asymmetry I
I got a big laugh the minute I got off the plane.
Gate C-7 New
A shot too iconic to miss
day before I left, my oral surgeon saw that my biopsy hadn’t healed properly
and performed another biopsy, making gluttony its own atonement. Enforced moderation in the City
A Town of
Thought about it, but I like my ear.
I do wonder which is more toxic in the long run.
Other towns have speed traps.
I can’t think of a caption for this.
I restrained myself from photographing the paranoid on the bus. His eyes were narrow tubes into a molten core. The gestures were rejecting: No. Go away. He got off at the Tulane Health Clinic.
Not shown: A sidewalk plaque commemorating the sidewalk.
Ann doesn’t live here anymore. Her husband died, she was hospitalized for DM2, and she got tired of being blinded with flashbulbs when she stepped outside. So she moved to a gated community. Talked to someone who had been inside the house. She said it was conventional except for a human skeleton in a chair, and her husband’s artwork, which was “too modern”. “It was a giant…<delicate shudder>….” That was all I got about the art.
The Zoo was small
The habitats were better
designed that in
The thing is: most of my friends will find this very interesting, and will study each structure to see what it’s all about.
A curious thing about the
art galleries: Half of them are one block away from
If I had a $20,000 art budget for the trip, I would have spent it in this block. And several friends would have had inordinately merry Christmases.
Liz would have gotten one of these.
I would have ended up with the Lotus Elise, although technically it wasn’t for sale. This was a limited edition. Now I know where one of them went.