Somewhere, in some old brick on some old building, someone named "Junior" pulled out his knife and left his name for posterity. It's so great, the human need for recognition, just to have someone know we are around and to notice us.
While in other parts of the country that don't have 88-story buildings in the way of everything, here is what the sunset looks like every night.
|Those are those really old-time light bulbs. This looks like the ceiling of an amusement arcade or movie theater that has seen a few too many setting suns. See you next week!|