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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:
Like you didn’t know what we’d do tonight …
Our friend Emily came to join us.
We had a later dinner. Pretty sure the pie was on the table at 9:26:53, so we had the ultimate 3.141592653 day.
This just reminds me that we’ve been having Pie Day for almost 10 years, with dozens of friends. Some of the best days ever.
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.
Slept in, by a great deal. I was going to go ride my bike this morning, but my body had other plans it seems. I slept in by a lot. I’ll probably be asleep early tonight, as well.
In between I did see an 11-inning baseball game. And I had Aubie take a selfie for me.
A lot of people don’t know this, but if you look at those two words you should be able to figure out who invented the style. Aubie –> Selfie. He’s a man of many talents.
I also cleaned a corner of the office this evening. And I sorted through some stuff in the garage. If you’re interested in any of that come back tomorrow, I’ll tell one of those stories then.
The weekly post that adds pictures that you haven’t seen here yet. I’m not sure why I explain that. According to this I’ve written this post for more than three years now … Anyway, to the photos.
My view of Atlanta from the ninth floor of the Ramada. This is actually by the elevators. The view from my room was more fitting: a parking lot and freeway.
These chairs didn’t look comfortable, and they weren’t comfortable. Until they were. This is hard to explain. But I’d had four hours of sleep the night before, so that may have something to do with it.
My rental van. I parallel parked this brick beast. Only because the space behind me was empty at the time.
Some of our Samford students listening in on a panel, about Ebola, I think.
No one has explained this to me yet …
This flatiron is the Hurt Building, built between 1913 and 1926 nation’s earliest skyscrapers. It was said to be the world’s 17th largest office building during construction.
Now this is a light fixture. This is in the student center at Georgia State.
So we go through all of the awards, there are about 30 of them, and finally there’s the College Journalist of the Year award. They start at number 10 and we work our way up. This was around number five, when Sydney was realizing she was still waiting to hear her name.
She placed third in the College Journalist of the Year. She’s a print person through and through and, happily, has an editorial job already lined up for after graduation. She’s going to be great. She also placed fourth in the multimedia journalist category and won the sports photojournalism onsite championship. It was, she said, her first basketball game.
Allie has been hanging out with me all day.
