Just got back from a national service meeting in Memphis. Unfortunately it was a 73 hour work week so I was a bit on the tired side and didn’t take many photos.






The life and times of a true knucklehead – No photos to be used without permission
Just got back from a national service meeting in Memphis. Unfortunately it was a 73 hour work week so I was a bit on the tired side and didn’t take many photos.
As it usually happens I fly in, work 12 hour days and nothing else. I did get to sneak out just before going to the airport to snap a photo.
Pay the mortgage or fill the tank?
Today we paid tribute to Chris on his 4oth Birthday at Negro Bar Campground, Folsom. I had no idea he could walk on water.
Of course as usual, I saw the Airport, Hospital & Hotel. Pretty pathetic when you go to Alaska and your only photos are at the airport.
On my way to San Rafael today. Unfortunately this pano doesn’t show well at this low rez. You can see the San Rafael Bridge off on the right.
We’ve all seen seen it while traveling on I280. Father Junipero Serra statue.
Last year for Christmas, Jim & Kelly gave us … Duck Butts. Actually, it’s a coat hanger. The piece of art rested in various places at the house until we decided that the ideal place to hang the butts was in the downstairs bathroom.
It replaces the existing towel rack so that had to be removed, which left white patches on the wall. So the wall had to be spackled and painted. Since we couldn’t match the existing paint, we decided to paint the whole room. Since we were going to paint, we thought we might as well replace the ugly lights. Might as well tile the floor, too. While we were at it, we replaced the old 1st generation low flush toilet. The molding got destroyed during demolition, so we replaced that, too.
Three weeks later, we finally hung the Duck Butts. Thanks Jim & Kelly. Give a fruit cake next time!
After being down all week with the mean flu, it was great to be able to go out and see some family. Jen was nice enough to organize a birthday get together for me. Asked where I wanted to go, I thought of PJ’s Oysterbed. The 1st and last time I was there was the night I met Sandy on a blind date. I believe it was 1997.
The food was great, the memories even better.
I’ve seen the Memorial a number of times driving by the Lafayette BART Station. Thought I’d stop today and take a couple of pix.