Accelerating west on Highway 10, a silver and black Dodge Challenger: VANISH1

A black Harley headed west on Cantrell Road: LTSROL

Near Asher and University, a white and gold Harley-Davidson motorcycle bearing the tag:  VAROOM.

( So this year, we're decorating for Halloween with real bats... )

Confiding with friends, the young woman in line at the unemployment office spoke with complete certitude.  Wulf, standing nearby on a ladder, could not help but overhear.  “You have to know someone to get a job.”   Wulf agreed silently, continuing to install tracking for the new picture-hanging system ( Read more... )

In the summer, if one can't stand the heat, getting out of the kitchen to cook outside doesn't help. Nonetheless, some dishes are more fun to cook outside.

Dog Hill, Wulf's ancestral abode, is blessed with a massive brick grill. The ancient construct is on its third set of gratings, two sets having rusted away. The cement is cracked; the brickwork ( Read more... )

( It was the loudest sound Wulf has ever heard. )

Spotted in a parking lot, a silver Buick Enclave bearing the tag: DO OVER.

There is perhaps a story here, likely involving flaming wreckage and heart-wrenching cries of anguish...

After the rain let up on Saturday, it was perfect weather for grilling, yet Sunshine and Wulf both craved pizza.

Not the problem!


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It has been a week since the change to Daylight Saving Time. Wulf has mostly recovered. An hour of sleep doesn't seem like much, yet the loss causes a fifty-point reduction of Intelligence Quotient in Wulf. Wulf looks and sounds okay, but Wulf says and does stupid things.

( Sleep-deprived raving )