
Sometimes I would rather drink and play with fire than take pictures.
Spotted at Target:

Doing yard work, I discovered that someone's been camping in our alley:

When I tell this story, the reactions are evenly divided by gender.
Every woman says "How sad" and every man gets a little annoyed that there was a bum right behind my house for who knows how long.
With several weeks of regular rain the campsite was a soggy filthy useless mess, so I filled up our trash receptacle and it's long gone.
Remember this post from last year?
We finally know what the steam engine looks like with all it's lights:

I had forgotten all about this:

If you click on the pic it goes to that image on my Flickr pages, which is why I remembered. Trimming the fat, I was about to delete it.
2 comments:
I like that your Flickr picture was a possible launch point for a Craig's List-like Missed Connection. They made eye contact but she was afraid to approach him. Sounds like a match made in heaven.
Got lucky on that side-story, Dave.
Merry Christmas!
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