The Sunday post with the most! Pictures without context, that is. We’re just passing the time with a few extra photos that haven’t landed anywhere else. On with it, then.
On Saturday night, after the baseball doubleheader, I bumped into my friend Phil Smith, who is a local photographer. He said the gang was all going to Little Italy for pizza. And, apparently, I’m a member of the gang. Hooray!
Anyway, we sat down at a corner table and this was right in front of me:
Allie has been exceedingly cuddly the last few days, even for her, which is saying something. She says hello:
Just as I was about to head out to the airport this evening to pick up my lovely bride this song came on the radio. I haven’t heard this in a while and, surprisingly, the song holds up pretty well.
