Green Shirt Guy: Would you two just please stop? For a minute? Please? I mean… come up for air sometime.
Blonde Hair Guy: Pffffft.
By the time trains come in and out of Vermont, they have become mongrels: some boxcars, some flatcars, some tanker cars, and so on. But in Houston, I drove along next to this train for what seemed like a mile, and it was solid tanker cars… I suppose that’s oil, or something even scarier.
I once was lost
And twice not found
Truly we live in the best of all possible worlds.
Jobless recovery
Around the back of the huge outlet mall, I found this sign for Workforce Solutions Self-Service.
“What? Yeah, sure we are, always looking for good people! You go out by the loading dock and you’ll see a shopping cart and a dumpster. You can just take it from there, it’s self-service. Have a blessed day!”
It will get you from point A to point B
I rented an “economy” car on this trip, as always. But, when I got out to the lot at the airport, they didn’t have any in that category. So, I got to choose from the few cars that were available.
Of course, my new ride doesn’t get nearly as good gas mileage as the car I wanted, but it really handles pretty good… for a pickup truck.
Tile work at the San Diego train station.
In drought stricken California, a dirty car is a kind of Green new status symbol.
Suddenly, hip coolness is available to a whole new segment of the population.
A man and his truck.
I first bought that truck when I started commuting from Salt Lake City to Alameda more than 15 years ago. It was old then. It moved with us back to Connecticut, and then made the journey back to LA with Steve. Still running, amazing.
Like son like father
My dad, the CIO at Central Neighborhood Health Foundation, showing off his fancy dancy telehealth cart.
Not as fancy as that bowtie…
Today, I’m taking the Amtrak Pacific Surfliner from San Diego to Los Angeles. I have a beautiful view of the ocean, where I can see surfers on one beach, and armored vehicles on the next.
Peeking through the windows on the other side, I can see occasional plumes of smoke inland, sometimes caused by military jets practicing their strafing runs, other times, who knows? Wildfire? Or more bombs?
Jamaican “style”
Made in Latrobe, PA.
Hmmmmmm
On the West River today. Water crystal clear and smooth.
Brattleboro Adventure – the Auckland Edition 