Not sure who they really are. Maybe they feel the same way about me. Or, about themselves.
Just some guys in the park. Some anger. Some humor. Just like all the rest of us.
Photography Thinks
Just very upsetting. You take a nice ride to a beautiful spot and some asshole has written stupid stuff on the message board. Bad enough that we have to deal with the annoying and invasive Eurasian Milfoil, but that someone felt compelled to diss the cops at this location has to give you pause. Probably some libertarian who didn’t have a fishing license. But when virulent wall writing makes it to a little boat drop in Colchester, something be truly amiss,

No harm here, except that it blocks the door to somebody’s upstairs business. Not sitting on the street or obstructing shoppers and eaters. Their presence must still annoy the Czars of the Church St. Market Place, but they cannot have everything. No way to reserve these spaces, but some people return to the same spots so much that the place becomes identified with them.
We went for a birthday walk. Started at the Lone Sailor. Don’t remember Sharon taking my picture at the guy. I really love living here, especially since Sharon likes being here. I just want to keep being relevant, while doing things my legal life and my contempt conviction prevented me from pursuing.
How surprising! A little gorilla theatre in Burlington. It comes after the City has turned up at heat on sidewalk sitters. No sense of humor in the Queen City. The City Father’s, including the Lords of The Marketplace, should be spending a little more time trying to maintain the bond ratings which were downgraded today.
Not a big fan of Facebook, though I know I should be. Just making my way through the web based social networks. Have a blog-www.Duckpondworks.com. Have a Twitter account which I don’t use. Have three e-mail addresses. Why anyone would have to deal with me these ways rather than than in person, I dunno. I am moving out into this virtual space, late, without a lot of support or tech knowledge, so who knows?
He doesn’t look too good as he sits in the back of the truck, but Randy will swim again. He is just resting, preparing for the next rescue. He tried to give a high five. I settled for a wave.
Ed Green, Ex-Coast Guard Officer, now marine inspector, makes sure the boats that travel Lake Champlain can handle a rescue. He puts Rescue Randy into the water, filled with a little ballast. The crew pulls him back into the boat and places him in a space prepared for resussitation.