Post-hat (not posthaste)


I admit it. This photo’s from yesterday, over at the library. I didn’t see a potential hat owner—hate to think someone lost this fine head-cover.

Today I walked by the middle school instead of the library, and the buses were in motion (still seems strange that in the city, we need school buses). I don’t know if they exhaust less nastiness then aeons ago when I rode them, but they seem to be just about as noisy.


  1. kayak woman says:

    somebody apparently shot JR.

  2. Maureen Meyers says:

    quick, call Chamblee. I think he lost his hat.