Grape Juice

Do you think Patches is eyeing my grape juice?

Monsterous Strength

I broke a pick tonight. I can’t remember the last time I broke a pick while playing. Was it 1987? Could be.

None of the stuff you see is in a definite final place yet, but this half of the cellar hasn’t been this clean since we moved in.

I just took down my old ADAT recording set up. I haven’t used it since 2011. While moving things around, I became reacquainted with these two kids.

Getting them into 50/90 is now a moral imperative.

Why does kitty look so sad? Maybe she wants us to go on vacation again.

I drove by the Market Basket in Salem, NH on this drizzly Saturday morning.

She should probably wear sunblock.

It’s like the coke bottle knows me.

My wife is the best GPS navigator on Earth. Also, I have mirrored sunglasses and a huge nose.