Isaac moved on, leaving behind something we haven’t seen around these parts in ages – mud. It also left us sweltering in the steamy sauna we locals like to call September. Good for those bikers who pushed themselves through the air that felt like a giant washcloth. We broke a sweat just sitting there shaking a…
Category: local haunts
more pizza
We had big plans last Friday night to watch the bike race near our house. It’s a pretty thrilling one to watch – cyclists flying by at ridiculous speeds on a track that is one mile long and has FOUR ninety degree turns in it. (Formerly hurricane) Isaac had different plans. We had a major…
not a bit surprised…
…that someone we know is manning the giant wooden spatula. F’s class took a tour of the nearby (newly opened) chocolate factory. Tell me that’s not a dangerous prospect.