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Odds & Ends

Emptying my picture album for things of moderate interest to the reader.


Brother and sister chatting while Brendan was getting his friend-flor-life, Sarah. 


A passionate Floridian Tea-Bagger letting us all know his political proclivities.


Lunch at Crowley's in downtown St. Pete.


Saw this pathetic rat-dog at Petsmart.  Why are guys who dress their rat-dogs always strange looking themselves? 


Norah just discovered a secret compartment in the footstool.  She immediately glanced up at me to read the prevailing winds.



Peggy's Corral in Palmetto, a biker bar, sports a unique motif of bras and bikini tops stapled to the ceiling.


This is one well decorated cup cake.  They do them up good down here.  In fact there are some cupcake stores and they sell each of them for $4.00 and up.


This little guy was in Kenzie's mailbox last week.


There's hope for a job yet.


Banner flying behind a plane at the Pride Parade this year.  How do they get away with it?


Something to offset the previous picture, the good old red, white and blue.  This is my favorite wall accoutrement at the BFE Community Center.  Some things never change, and this is one of them - this perky and supple young American has been riding backwards on this chopper for years.  She, and we, never get tired.

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