Funny part was, you parked in the other direction.

The Medium Boy is, essentially, College Boy now. We dropped him off in Atlanta for a five-week, pre-freshmen program. My first time wandering this campus, some interesting things – a mix of medieval and mundane.

A friend gave my wife a pot with a Hosta in it last year, said the deer kept eating it. We put it out on the porch and then we ended up with this – a sunflower. It’s not tracking the sun, though, and is only two feet tall or so.

Still, kind of cool.

This door is usually closed, so I never saw this sign. So comforting to know there may be asbestos around the corner from my office.

One morning it was here, by lunch, it was gone. The university does a nice job of making sure trees don’t come down on top of us.

Never noticed this sign at the airport, but it makes sense.

Not by me, by my wonderful wife. Who is gluten free and still bakes the most amazing things. This was one of her greatest creations, cooked in a cast iron Dutch oven, no less.