Like Gilligan ...

We set off on a half-hour bike ride today, and didn't come home until much later. At least we came home, unlike the Minnow. I didn't do a couple days of blogging because I've been tied up with chores, and with sailing. It's summer and we have generous friends, with boats.

Anyway, we set out on our singles for a brief cruise around the neighborhood, but ended up at Liberty Station, where we took pictures of each other.

Why does my bike look so small under me? It must be the angle and the baggy shorts.

In the park we saw workmen constructing a tree. That's right - a fake cellular phone antenna tree. It doesn't look very real yet. Will it ever? Will it provide homes for birds? Produce oxygen? Contribute its bit to offset global warming? I think not.

But it might not be as ugly as an unadorned antenna array.

In any case, the city fathers hope we are looking to the water, and not to the fake trees in our midst.

And we did, until convertibles began to catch our eye(s). Here is a pristine old Dodge Dart, top down.

MUSTANG CONVERTIBLES

We saw approximately ten M Cs today, but only took a picture of this pair. My wife is suffering from "too many Mustangs" fatigue.