Here are some long overdue pics from Hampden’s HonFest 2006. The Festival was back in May. I’ve just now gotten around to going through all the pictures from it.
(For thos’yall from oudatown, Honfest is ‘zackly the kin’a festvul where you kin see Bawlmer at iss’ finess. Evrybody gets all dolldup and heads downeyavnue in Hamden. If yer ever downin bawlmer in May, you should defnully check it out, hon.) Continue reading
Last Thursday there was an all out monsoon.
In a desperate effort to get up-to-date on my pictures, I’m forgoing cleverness and just posting a buttload of photos from the rest of the Charleston trip. Enjoy. Continue reading
In refreshing contrast to I-95, Route 17 through the South Carolina Lowcountry is a very scenic drive. The highway skims through salt marshes and lush forests that seem to grow straight out of the water. Continue reading
Charleston isn’t real. It’s too pretty. Too clean. Too polite. I pinched myself but it was still there. I pinched myself again but people started to stare and lead their children across the street.
With check out at 11am, and a flight at 9:30pm, I had a buttload of time to kill today. Continue reading
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You can tell a lot about a neighborhood by the graffiti on the bathroom walls.
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The Greek Omelet sounded like a good choice at Tavern on Rush.
But it wasn’t a good choice. It sucked. The spinach was watery. And they didn’t cut it up, so you’d get these big wads of wet spinach. Also, it was bland.
There’s a coffee shop in Chicago called the Bourgeois Pig. They make a terrific breakfast burrito, generously stuffed with scrambled egg, onions, cheese, bacon and sour cream.
Walk a mile in my underpants 