Sanford — Hello, people of future and perhaps past (also present). I am writing this as a message to the future and whoever sees this for whatever reason. I see it as my civic duty to be messenger of past probl...
Sanford — My dad had this song on a record. An LP, genuine vinyl, Frankie Yankovic singing about barrels of beer and fat girls. Whoever she was, she must have been really pissed at this song.
Sanford — I can’t say that three times, fast. She meandered around the tabletop grid while I ate salad and thought of ladybirds catching aphids on luscious lettuce. Was she hoping there were a few leftovers fo...
Sanford — Did they just hatch? They weren’t there after lunch… On a rainy Florida afternoon, you’re glad for any storm-haven. Even if it may smell of asphalt.
Hello Hi!
Luna and Sol
The polka band at Hollerbach's is playing "She's Too Fat for Me."
Ladybird lunch buggy buddy
Some days you're hopping, others you're just road kill.
Teensy spiders shelter in the wheel well of my car.
Cheap burritos, friendly staff, and nuclear decor ( or is that the hot sauce? ) There's a reason this place is packed at lunch, and it's not just the Tuesday specials.
Hungry birds dig into the new grass at the latest chain restaurant in town. It wasn't planted for them, but they don't mind.
A temporary gap on the counter, soon to be filled with yet more stuff. Empty space is lovely and underappreciated...
A bird with a pointy, orange beak is attacking the atrium window. The window is evil, and must die.