The post where I put extra pictures that you haven’t seen yet. You can see them right now.

When Allie has a favorite show on, we watch what Allie wants to watch:

I’m not sure how she feels about the Rocky franchise, but go back and watch Rocky III. Clubber Lang is a genius:

Emily and The Yankee at dinner last night:

We went to see American Sniper today. It was OK:

The post that shares pictures that you probably haven’t seen yet, because I probably haven’t shared them yet. Let’s get to it.

I don’t know why we even bother after this picture.

She likes to watch what she likes to watch.

I’ve always wondered how they get the Icee from the factory to that dispenser:

Is it just me or are police lights much brighter these days? I hope these nice officers realize their dark uniforms are not offset by the blinding lights. If anything the combination makes them feel more hidden.

The restaurant was empty, but the radio played the Jayhawks anyway. And that’s always a good thing.

The basement of my building at work has a side door that opens to a step-up courtyard patio. And the sun streams in at just the right time …

Last night I did a bit of cleaning, digging a desk out from under paperwork. I threw out a lot, reorganized a little and categorized that corner into smaller stacks of material to deal with. On a roll, I went out to the garage and straightened up one of the walls lined with things. The wall being threatened by the things, this had become necessary. On the bottom of one stack of garage wall things was a box. In that box was a collection of all of the things I wrote for newspapers and press releases and media packages in college. Also in that box there were other boxes. And one of those boxes had these inside.

These are some of my old radio airchecks. Morning shows, news, music shifts, football games. There’s a bit of everything in there. I had forgotten where in the house they were, but know we know: holding up the things that are holding up the garage wall.

Just above the box that held this box is another box. That’s a box I brought home late last year and it has dozens of old reel-to-reel tapes of my grandfather, preaching and on the radio. We’re going to have to get those cleaned up. I never heard him speak. But it turns out his voice and my voice have been sitting side-by-side lately.