It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday

My dad recently purchased a new computer. In need of more desk space and under the firm encouragement of my mother, Dad is finally tossing his ancient Macintosh which has regally sat by his side gathering dust for years. I say "tossing" because the discarding of this computer has been a process. First, the laser printer was moved from the closet to the floor beside Dad's desk. Then, after adequate grieving, it was moved to the garage accompanied by painful sighs and a furrowed brow. Next, the inkjet was disconnected and set in the office trashcan. Inch by inch, Dad has removed files and pictures from the Macintosh, saving them on his shiny new Dell. I imagine the day that Dad is finally able to bring himself to carry his old friend out to the curb. I imagine him setting it down on the hard, cold concrete and turning with a whimper to head back to the house. I imagine that we will all be able to hear the howl from his lips when he glances out the front window hours later to see that the trash man has taken his friend to its final resting place...computer heaven at Mt. Rumpke.

Fine Time for a Face Lift

My brain cannot produce words worthy of sharing tonight. So, instead, I'll share a few pictures I've taken over the last couple of weeks...like this one I took at Sharon Woods this past Sunday morning.
Or this one taken at Elsa's in Dayton on Cass' 30th birthday. This picture is telling of my chronic droopy eye syndrom. It had nothing to do with the one Bad Juan I had just downed. Nothing at all. I swear. Chronic Droopy Eye. It's genetic.



Or this one of Brian down by the river in Lawrenceburg. This is a face that could stop traffic...'cause I know it stops my traffic (wink, wink).




Or this one of Mr. Jeff Tweedy singing down at Tall Stacks a few Saturday's ago. Great set, great sound...but, Jeff could you play to the crowd just once? Just this one time?

Or this one which proves once again that I continue to be a sucker for dramatic clouds even if my camera cannot do them justice. Have you noticed that the clouds in Fall are particularly spectacular?

Or this picture of a stairway I took recently while in Dayton. This isn't just any old stairway. Oh no. This is the stairway that I trudged up and down millions (okay, maybe only thousands) of times during my stay at UD. This is the ugly old stairwell of UD's School of Engineering building. How many times did I race up these stairs late for a class or tred slowly down them chatting with a friend over the test we had just taken. This stairwell is a piece of home.