Other than the occasional irreverent quip (or two… fine… or more), I don’t write about politics or religion here.
I probably don’t write about a lot of other things either, come to think of it… let me check. 489 more words
I’m not a life-long Cub’s fan.
But I have always loved Bill Murray’s face.
I’m particularly a fan of what he did with it in the wee small hours of yesterday’s morning, as he took in the reality that his Cubs had finally – after 108 years and despite the curse of a man who owned a certain tavern named after a goat. 939 more words
We always love spending a weekend at the Wright-Locke Farm, and turns out it’s even beautiful there on a rainy October day.
Fall foliage makes for a nice backdrop for this photo of a family of four in the barn at the Wright Locke Farm outside Boston Massachusetts. 51 more words