Rebecca visited the Martin Luther King Jr. School in Providence for third grade in-class programs today. Monday, of course, we celebrated his birthday (although he was actually born on January 15). He would have been 75 years old.
Fight the Power! Join the Sasquatch Militia.
I travelled down Route 2 again today and though I think my rant in Entry #31 is essentially valid, I did notice some beautiful old homes on that road. I may have been a bit cranky that day.
True Story:
I go to the same coffee shop nearly every morning and of course the regulars' faces get to be familiar. There's this one guy I've seen there for years, although our longest conversations have been like "hi", hi". "Nice dog." "Thanks". You get the picture.
So, today we're both standing in line and he glances out the window where my car is parked.
Him: "Wow, the dog's getting big!"
Me: "Yep."
Him: "Looks like you've put on a few pounds too." And he PATS MY BELLY.
I don't even know this person's name for crying out loud.
Explore the Center for Duck Studies, a website written by a person with a very strange, even spiritual, obsession with this bird group. Very odd. (Of course, it could all be a big gag.)