Bikes

Hundred-year-old dust

We visited the demolition of the Luzon this morning. While we watched, I told Viola about Burnham and Root, Chicago, the World's Columbian Exposition, historic preservation, and a certain jerk named Eric Anderson.

For all the sadness, the demolition was pretty cool. There were some protesters early in the morning, but the crowd was mostly silent and sign-less when we were there.

And I finally had an excuse to take a picture of a Tacoma legend, that guy with the fancy bike and legwarmers (and, as Joe added, "ripped calves").

I am a Berliner.

Its not very often I get to quote JFK. Fred, Steve, and I were on a bike ride through the German countryside to the Netherlands when a squall started so we headed into a little cafe. Fred asked if I wanted anything, I said cinnamon roll and went to find a seat. He returned with a jelly doughnut. Here are a few pictures of the pastoral landscape as well.