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Ben made a friend at Blockbuster.
The restaurant where we ate last night served terrine of Randall. Poor guy!
I love this sign.
Me: Is there a Soup Killa in the house? Dave: Look around. Do you see any soup?
Ben made short work of this morning's newspaper.
Four words: Wild. Boar. Sloppy. Joe. Quinn's, Seattle.
Ben's first boat ride - the Bainbridge Island ferry.
Riding around San Diego in my uncle's 1939 Buick Roadmaster.
Ben's 5th haircut - actually looks like a little boy!
Vintage Caddy with kayak on top parked 2 doors down: This IS my neighborhood.
More urban wildlife. This was hanging out by the grocery store.
First the turtle, now this shows up at our house. What next?
TORTOISE UPDATE: Owner dropped this off along with a box of thank-you cannolis.
Today's mysterious fridge message. A transmission from another universe?
This is in my driveway right now! Was hanging out under my car.
Today in things I found on the sidewalk: dead butterfly, NYC.
Today in things I found on the sidewalk: nothing says "sadness" like squished Oreos.
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