I seem to remember hearing that you couldn't take photos off the TV. That must have been back in the Sputnik days, as here I am interviewing Rafa after his dismemberment of RF. Oh, maybe that's McEnroe. Surely it's one of us.
We've been getting a fair amount of rain this summer. Nothing like those poor Okies living in Missouri, charging barges for the right to traverse their living rooms, but enough to keep me from spray painting my patio furniture.
The Tweety Bird came for a brief visit a weekened or two ago. In the time it took Rosemary to retrieve a pair of jeans from her secret closet, Tweety took four full plunges into the pond.
Here we are today with modestly threatening weather looming over the mystery building downtown. Some people say it's a health club (four stories!?!?!?) others say it's Social Services, some say the first floor is a health club and the top is Social Services. It all sounds too plausible to me, I say it's CIA.
A nasty and expensive summer is rendered all the more bleak by the absence of His Tigerness from the world's golf courses. I'm sorry. I get no ZANG!!! from Kenny Perry.
OK, done for now, have to post the pictures from home, can add more commentary from work tomorrow, assuming I have anything else to comment on...
