KevM and DebM hosted a fine St. Paddy's Day celebration. I sampled four whiskeys and gabbed with friends, loved ones and people I barely know but see once or twice a year at Deb&Kev parties. Because I am evil, I pulled down Deb's highschool yearbooks and gawked at the wee cute-as-a-bug little Debbie snack cake. Then later, Kev lifted me and used me as a bludgeon. Good times.

This morning, a couple of us at work took a little interlude to see the new visitor flock to our fair city.

The swallow may fly south with the sun or the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land.


What is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?

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And in other views:


This thing is like an empty Lego castle of air.

Some of my favorite Grafitti: