There is something modern and convenient about plastic sheets covering pretty windows. One can't argue this is a sensible and convenient form of hurricane protection. It still looks odd when I see a reflection where there should be non.
Every time I walk Eaton and see the sign offering Big Pecker wines I think of Parrotdise which I miss on Little Torch Key. When the restaurant closed I figured the owner's son's wine sales would die. Not a bit of it and the silly wine name lives on.
The bikes are fine, sort of, locked to the city owned sign, not technically legal but still...motorcycles can still park in their allotted spots on the street.
I wonder why the notion of free motorcycle parking is so hard for most American cities to grasp.
A contemplative Cheyenne at rest. She knows most of the answers to life's persistent questions but she isn't telling.
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