My wife claimed she did not like beets. I, on the other hand, grew up on canned beets it seems. She has come around and now roasts them from time to time.

Great night of music as three local woman played their hearts out. And, yeah, that’s my boss’ kid – she’s really good.

This is not where I’d want to.

I’ll admit, I did misread this …

One of my duties as the interim executive director of the National Press Photographers Association is to close out the old office.

Trees being removed and stumps being ground out must be a thing this year.

Need to make sure it’ll work at home, right?

Though I suppose if they’re open until 2 a.m., no one’s going to read anyway.

Headed down to Milledgeville, never been but I suspect I’ll be back. There’s this funky little bakery that sells all sorts of weird things.