Sunday Evening Post

Made it through another week.

Here is the evidence.

Spent some time by the surf and noticed the moon looked a little different.

Help us Obi-Wan. You're our only hope.

(Pictured spotted in downtown Baltimore).

My son's birthday present was a visit to Go Ape at Lums Pond.  Fantastic time climbing, rappelling, and zip-lining all over the place.

Whatever you do, don't look down.

 A birthday sweater(from Ghana, via J.Crew)through mail.  

Very nice.

These five went to see Maroon 5 in NJ, but I thought they said they were going to see the Jackson 5.

My Bad.

I loves me some Tito Jackson.

While cruising through Camden, J caught a glimpse of DePersia Bail Bonds, the business of a good family friend.  They're almost as good as Chico's.

Salmon and grilled salad.

See these feet?  These are the feet of parents who are kid-free this coming week.

Whoop.  Whoop.

Born to be wild.

Hand-delivered dessert brought over by my parents.

People always say I'm crazy to live next door to them.

I am crazy-

for pie.

Went over to Baltimore to cheer on T's bluegrass band, Snaggy Mountain Bluegrass.

What in the cleavage is going on with Dolly Parton?  Who is that cat?

My money is on Keith Hernandez.

An older couple enjoying the show, still keeping the fire going.

E got a chance to spin the wheel at The Charmery Ice Cream Shop in Baltimore.

Free Sundae!

The scoop.

Somehow, hard cider always taste better after a hard day's work.

See you next week.