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Tuesday Tidbits


It's Tuesday Tidbits, so unless you are stout of heart, best be on your way.



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As best I can tell, this is the Met's front office flow chart.  Two  stupid owners, three GM's. 

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I have discovered these wonderful little devils.  


No vice is without its cost, however.


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Seaton, Illinois


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Update on Whizzbang aka Dumbstruck the Wonder Pup


I made a sound.



We both have stitches on the same day and we both have...

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Oops.

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I literally get physiologically charged when I'm this close to heading up to Northlandia again.  That and pictures of my bike being cleaned up and run after a long storage.  



Thanks, Neighbor.


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Went strolling on Central Avenue in St. Pete on Saturday.  Central is the center of West Florida arts, tourism, shops of all kinds and people of all types.  It is as fun a place as I've found down here.  Of course, I haven't jet skied yet but I'm making plans to.  No kidding.  Anyway, back to Central.  It is full of galleries and they interest me.  I saw a painting I really wanted but refrained from doing so - self pat-on-the-back - such restraint, such fierce fighting of impulse buying.  Anyway, you'll see almost anything on this street, including particular signage.




  



   This post with a couple power boxes on it became a kind of creative art itself.



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There is no Nobel Prize for nature hosts, but if there were, David Attenborough would win every year.  

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I swear I will try to catch the flight back to Kitschland but you never know.  

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Hey Hader, Turner and Newcomb, you now know that anything you say on Twitter stays there forever.  Social media?  Mmm.  Be careful what you say.


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It's the rainy season down here so these guys get flooded out of their homes.  This guy was climbing the place early yesterday.  Of course the rain here is God's way of trying to flush out the riff-raff.  Either that or He's just crying for having created Florida.


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Finally, kudos to the guy who owns this truck.  I took this picture yesterday as I was going to see Norah's gymnastic class.  2 points for bringing attention to a lamentable disease.  2 points deducted for how he decided to present it.



Until next week.










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