At the end of my daughter Anne’s semester abroad she went on a trip my my sister Diane, during which she bought this ducky in Paris. By means of various nefarious transactions (I allowed Anne to build the Technics model of the Perseverance Mars Rover that came out this summer), I was able to acquire it. Because who doesn’t need a Plague Doctor ducky?
IYNYN. (This was a Father’s Day present from my son James.)
A shot from the Farmer’s Market in Montrose this morning. It’s all about the honey.
“Oh, I’m not actually from here, you know. I’m from—oh, you wouldn’t have heard of it, I suppose. It’s a very long way away.
“I’m just visiting to see all the sights, before they all—
“I shouldn’t have said that. It’ll be my head if my co-workers find out. You’ll forget it, won’t you? Briefly?”
I was waiting to take a picture of my daughter with the Irises, and this was in front of me.
Some folks say he looks a lot like me.
It isn’t vintage yet, it will be eventually. (This is the one that didn’t want to be vertical a few posts ago.)
The Alex is one of the grand old vaudeville palaces.
The View from the Foothills 