Just your standard sub, featuring Sorpessata, Cappacola, Prosciutto, homemade Mozzerella, sun-dried tomato pesto, EVOO, red onion, red pepper flakes, and Italian seasoning. I read an article this week that attempted to explain why Mozzarella is pronounced "mootcerell," Prosciutto is "prozhuute" and Cappacola is "gobbagoo." It was a weak attempt, I still don't understand, and most of my ordering in Italian delicatessens is done by pointing.
A little bit of skillful editing will remove the spaghetti-gobbling photo bomber.
May 4 will mark the 51st anniversary of the Kent State massacre. The mournful woman in the picture, Mary Ann Vecchio, was 14 at the time, a runaway from Florida. This tragic scene haunts her to this day, as you can imagine. You can read a fascinating article about her life and how it has gone since then at this Washington POST site.
You can count on Calvin to put all of our thoughts into words.
When someone says they want a shirt or wall paint in "robin's egg blue," here is the swatch to match it to.
The full "pink" moon as photographed in Baltimore this week.
Beachgoers who go through Delaware are acutely aware of the Sunday speedtrap in some towns along the way, those towns where they get you coming and going. They need these special police cars.
Speaking of the beach - this is the entrance to Poverty Beach in Cape May, New Jersey. It's laughably ironic that the beach where "the help" was supposed to bathe and relax back in the day is now the beach for some well-heeled people who have huge beach houses to get away from it all. I guess the help goes somewhere else.
Rainbow meets rainbow. Love is love.
We leave you this week with a hamster eating blackberries.
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