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 This old guy seems to always be standing at this creek looking over the wire fence.  What is he doing and why here?  Is he thinking of the past, or not thinking of anything in particular.  Oh, and he reeks (in a good way) of cigar smoke.  It's like my grandfather's smell. 




 These pictures are of downtown St. Petersburg at 10:30 am.  Where is the traffic.  I've been to the Loop in Chicago and been to the heart of St. Louis.  They are teeming with buses, taxis, people marching on the sidewalks, the homeless, and beggars.  They are noisy and smelly.  Here, there is none of that except for the homeless.  It is a very non-threatening big city downtown.
 

You go under I-275 not far from the downtown area.  275 is Florida's main north-south interstate artery.


Went to this arts fair the other weekend.  Neat stuff, very artsy-craftsy but very expensive, too.

Saw this bike tethered to a street sign.  It is an odd specimen.  Surely someone smarter than me knows what this is.  It appears on the surface to be a motorized bicycle.  It has a gas tank, small engine and exhaust muffler.  Controls are on the handlebars, and is hooked up to the chain.  My question is: is this an aftermarket unit that affixes to a bicycle, or is it manufactured like this?

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