I think his name is Luigi.  What the heck.  I think everybody with a mustache is named Luigi.  I had an aunt who had a mustache once.  I called her Aunt Luigi.

Lou E. Jea

I am going to start posting my images at the full “web” size, instead of the squatty littler versions.  Let me know if this causes problems for any of my favorite readers.  All three of you…

We are going with the 24-carrot size from here on out....

AT&T Rex

Call Me.

This is Win.  This is Win on the wall.  She’s a cat for crying out loud.  Cats do well on walls.  Dogs, on the other hand, do not.

This is the wall.

This is the wall that little Miss Maxine jumped on to sniff the place where a squirrel’s butt had been.  While sniffing piquant remnants of squirrel butt, Maxine got carried away in the daydream of slaying the furry beast, and fell off the wall.  The 7-foot-droppish of a wall.  I witnessed all of this in slow motion.

Rough week for the little girl.  Two vet visits since Monday, but I think we are back to our old bossy selves.  Maxine’s nickname is now HD.  Not for High Definition, or even High Dog.  But Humpty Dumpty.  I am thankful not to be the King’s Men, and thankful that my little girl is getting back together again.

Easy for Win to sit there like a cat.

The catalyst.

Max HD Swift

I used to work in a fire hydrant factory. You couldn’t park anywhere near the place.  -Steven Wright

No Parking, Dang It.

“Grow where you are planted” (Ancient Proverb)

It’s cool.  It’s all cool……

The classic, 1977 window unit. Only 14 remain in circulation today.

Here in Charleston, we have a lot of old buildings.  Old for the U.S., at least.  It is not uncommon to see this type of wiring down here.  This really amazes me, for a couple of reasons.  1. That it works.  and 2. That anyone would intentionally wire something this way.

Twisted.

I am the residual that remains from the travelers of the rainy northwest.  Yes, I laid dormant for one month or so.  But now, I creep out from the depths of these cracks and slime forth.  Behold, I am  Seattle Slug.  You can just call me Harold.  Far from home, I know.  But I shall survive here in the southeast.  I shall.

Dang, ya’ll didn’t mention it was gonna’ be so hot and dry here….. hey, does it sound like I’m pickin’ up a southern twang to you….. and does anybody know what a yankee is?

Harold D. Sluggo