For most of this year I’ve been cycling around Gainesville and taking photos of murals. Downtown murals. Pleasant Street murals.…
Didja ever notice?
Random things I noticed on my Thanksgiving morning ride through Gainesville. Hey! Remember that cute little Martian from the Bugs…
That time in Scotland
Continuing our armchair traveling adventures during this time of Covid, we recall a few summers ago when Jill and I…
Stream of (un)consciousness
Or what bored bloggers do on a football Saturday night when the home team played hours and hours ago. I…
The art of sounding off
Listen, Old Joe never was much of a conversation starter. Yes, we jawed endlessly over the confederate memorial that sat…
GNV antidepressant
I woke up depressed and listless Wednesday morning. Hardly slept at all. It wasn’t so much the suspense that was…
Our last chance
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold. So opined William Butler Yeats as we slouched toward Bethlehem. And as we’ve…
The new jaywalking
I’m riding in my car. I turn on the radio. And then, before I can even lip-sync “Fire,” there is…
Our dumbest stroad
This is the NW 8th Avenue Stroad, between NW 6th Street and Main. It is quite possibly the dumbest Stroad…
The truth will finally out
Falsehood flies, and the Truth comes limping after it. Jonathan Swift Turns out that falsehoods also have a longer shelf…
