There are times when nothing much is going on around town and yet the hungry maw of the blog must be fed. So I go out cruising (driving, of course, because this is the U.S.), looking for anything that catches my eye. Sometimes I think of the old song by St. Louisan Chuck Berry:
Ridin' along in my automobile...This got my attention while driving across quiet Tower Grove Park. Skreech, pull to the curb. So there I was, sitting in a damp culvert, thinking I was the flippin' Piet Mondrian of South St Louis, when someone walking a dog passed by and gave me the strangest look.
Cruisin' and playin' the radio
With no particular place to go.