




Q: How do you get a drummer off your porch?
A: Pay for the pizza. Heh.
More photos in the extended entry.


Waiting for all those different lights to come on at the exact right time, and snapping the photo at that exact moment is like getting the planets to line up.
Worth it, though... don't you think?


Went to see Trouble Calls at the Whaler last night... here's John the guitarismo.


Little Miss Sunshine, enjoying the music at The Whaler on Saturday night.


Or not.


Blogging will be light for the next few days. Busy getting back into my routine.



Who was the old Met announcer that was born on the 13th? I remember as a kid there'd always be talk of triskaidekaphobia...
Perhaps it was Steve Zabriskie.
Here's a few Friday the 13th links:
Here's the scoop on the number 13...
Microsoft Office will skip from version 12 to version 14. Really.
I think that's silly.

I almost nailed this photo.



A five-hour flight with a camera on my lap...

It's not exactly the boardwalk...

I guess being a pigeon has its benefits, but I think this fellow stopped to look at the storks and cranes and ospreys...





Sharks fear him, for he has killed and eaten many of their kind.

Doubles with his bat...
Triples with his glove.





