Soft Top

Because the hard top is too confining in our bi-polar spring and fall.

Predators at the school.

Ok, calm down.  We’re talking birds, not white panel-vans with “Free Carmel-Mocha Frappuccino” painted on the side.

Our students collected $1,500 worth of stuff for the Animal Shelter, so they earned a “Birds of Prey” assemble, where they bring live birds to the school and let them fly around in the auditorium.

Cool assembly, and it was really funny when one of the birds perched itself on a light bar right above the audience.  The kids had been warned about bird’s tendency to poop wherever they are, even got a visual when he was holding it.  There was a little chaos every time the bird changed perches as the students tried to get out from underneath it. 

No accidents, but funny.

As you can see, I found the owl incredibly photogenic.

Chaos in front of the school.

Well, up the street a block or so.

The other day our school officer called the office because he was afraid we would get panic calls from parents because there was a major police presence just up the street from the school.

He wanted to tell us that there was nothing to worry about.  They had tried to serve a warrant on someone, who happened to ram a police car trying to get away.   Fortunately, the suspect didn’t get away, which was why there was nothing to worry about.

My Cars

Took my cars out for a photo shoot the other day.  Here’s some of my favorite shots.

Salt Lake City Marathon.

Today was the S.L.C. marathon, and it passed three houses from mine.  That’s no big deal, I’m not one of the people who get all bent out of shape over a 10-15 minute inconvenience, once a year, for a community event.   Reading the comments on the KSL.com article, you’d think it was a week long event right during morning and evening rush hour.

But anyway, there was a couple issues that I thought they could have handled better.  My street, which is a main street, has no side streets for the couple blocks between a main intersection and where the marathon cut the road off.  For a could hours there was a parade of cars coming down my street, hitting where the race crossed and being forced to flip a u-turn right there.  I thought they could have put a “Local Traffic Only” barricade at the main intersection, warning people that they couldn’t get through.

I was also really surprised that the UTA (Utah Transit Authority) busses weren’t warned about the closings.  Although I appreciated being amused watching the busses making a u-turn on a 2 lane street, this was an unnecessary inconvenience for mass transit riders.

Not to mention the scratch that last bus left on my driveway that is going to haunt me for decades.  (Yeah, over-dramatic, I know – I am just kidding).

I also think I saw the 1999 Mustang I used to own.  It had the same graphics I put on the rocker panel and the guy driving it looked like the guy I remember selling it to.