Back in the cold, but beautiful, north.
Try as we might, the kid and I couldn’t achieve the majestic look of this poor stuffed bear. Probably because we were laughing too hard.
Ended the thanksgiving weekend with a trip to the Dakota Inn Rathskeller. Prost!
🦃 Happy Thanksgiving to all celebrating today. This year I’m thankful for Micro.blog and my feline overlord.
The family was lucky enough to grab tickets to a feast of knock-your-socks-off jazz last night at the Plymouth Penn theater. Dichi kicked us off with a bang before Cabare Boreale came and stole our hearts. Finally, Chris Plum brought the house down.



🏃♂️ All these people sharing daily, multi-mile runs and I’m still struggling to do my mile-and-a-half with any regularity.
Traveling through farmlands in the American midwest, I can see the inspiration behind many painted masterworks.