A couple of weeks ago there was another tumble weed on the TRAX line. I debated posting it for all this time since I have posted such a thing before somewhere. It blew down the tracks and disappeared around the bend. Exciting, eh? 

I've told you before that I like reflections.  

In order to avoide reading papers, I decided to clean up my office door. Fear me! 

People's sense of humor with lost gloves. 

"Have top hat, will travel by bus." 

Santa's in his Sugar House. 

I love operating systems. 

It was foggy this morning. 

Now I generally like fog, but this fog seemed just to be thicker than average smog.  

The fog has an edge to it: something like coffee; acrid some how. 

And that's why I ride this thing.