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More Odds and Ends from the City

I was at the Mall having a great Charley's Philly Cheese steak sandwich (now officially my favorite), and spied a character walk in with a strange hairstyle. I was too slow with the phone camera to catch it, but then noticed his stay was short, and he was leaving. Look in center-left of picture, way in back the two people leaving.

I was able to zoom in on them. Yes, the guy had either a headpiece on with two horns coming up or that's how he fashioned his hair. Either way, he was a freak. Looking around at the green blue and pink hair, the style of dress, and the other accoutrement's like hats, chains, state of undress, and everything else, I came to this profundity:

back in my youth we strove to be what all the cool kids were, or what Madison Avenue thought we should be. Nowadays, they strive to be themselves, different from others. I like it this way better. More off the wall stuff, more individual expression.

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In walking the other day I came across a bunch of these that grow on trees. Many had fallen. Damn strange. Wonder what they are? I'll call them tree potatoes.

Norah is taking tumbling class. I think that's what she does all day with me, too.

I am a Met's fan (barely hanging on) and saw this the other day. Mr. Met is the mascot of the team.

Down here they have people standing on the corners adverstising for nearby stores. They dance, twirl their signs anything to get you to notice. This guy was doing a little electric boogaloo.

Sight in Target. Guess all the Wal-Mart freaks are tired of standing in lines and are migrating over to Target. Great.

Looks like one kid was left behind.

A 63 Imperial in pretty good shape sitting along the road. It needs to be in my garage.

A nice tree I spotted at the Vinoy. And me playing with it on Picasa.

Painted on the side of a house/apartment building. Very artistic, very artsy, very Floridian.

Jammin' at the Vinoy

Nice to know there are experts everywhere.

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