Minor skunk morning

Air temperature 18 F, wind north about 7 mph, mostly cloudy. Passing snow showers have coated the ground, barely enough for tracking the wily trash bin out to its vigil by the curb.

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De gustibus non disputandum est.

Tracking exercise

Lots of movement over the thin coating of snow, humans and dogs and a plethora of squirrels and a few cat tracks without the cats to pet. And a couple of the lines of dog tracks lacked human accompaniment. And were suspiciously narrow and neat. In an area of known coyote sightings.

Mists of time, again

I'm pretty sure I saw Hank play in Atlanta -- went to a couple of games in the right era. But damned if I can swear I saw him hit any of his homers. That was a long time ago, in another land.

Minor mysteries

(Part N+1) When I headed out for my afternoon walk, my approach to the main road was heralded by looming sirens. Two of the city's massive aerial trucks passed, followed by a command car and an ambulance. I scanned the horizon in that direction, but couldn't see any pillar of smoke to lead the Israelites. We'll probably never know.