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More Leftovers

Here are some pictures I had that didn't lend themselves to individual posts.



On the way down to North Port to see another soccer match we saw a lot of old cars and even a VW caravan on I-275. Came up to these two cars no doubt heading to some show and I kind of liked the top roadster. Nice colors and just liked the looks of it. I usually prefer factory stock old cars but I'm starved for old iron I guess. Then we saw this one and it looked nice too until we came up alongside it. I was appalled that this guy would even take his car out of the garage with a big dent in it. God, man, get thee to a body shop. Pathetic owner.



This is a house boat that never moves. I'm not sure how this works but he must have some kind of long-term lease for where it sits. Now that would be really cool to have.



This wall is adjacent to my ATM. Now what do you suppose made those marks? Bikers? Skateboarders? Shoe bottoms? Got me, but it's a bit weird.



These are stills from a web cam at my old college Iowa Wesleyan in Mt. Pleasant, Iowa. They have installed 4 cameras about campus and can be seen if you log onto IWC in your search engine. If I look close enough I can almost see a tall skinny kid heading over to the science hall or library when everyone else is heading downtown to the West Side Tap. Yeah, I'm lying.

Michael's latest school picture.  He seems to be trying to match me on number of teeth we have.


A bunch of...

And a family of .........


Well, I guess so...
This lady looked so sad sitting here.

And finally, to my Cub fans followers, an audio tribute to Ron Santo:

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