Some thoughts on tattoos

I sometimes entertain myself by looking at stranger's profiles on MySpace™. The same sort of thing one does when commuting on a crowded bus. You look around, wonder about why people put on the public faces they do, hypothesize about what they're really like. It's just a game. Since I've retired, I don't ride buses and trains very much, anymore, and mission-shopping at grocery and department stores doesn't provide as many opportunities for that kind of entertainment.

Just stuff

Yesterday was different. My Honey has been wanting to go to the High Museum for months. There were three exhibits there that she really wanted to see, and one was about to close.