No Nazis

I saw this bike in Santa Barbara. I didn't see any white supremacists, so the sticker must be working.


My father visited me over the Thanksgiving weekend. He was here for three days and this is the only photo I took of us together. Sorry you're blurry, Dad.

Figure this one out. When you stand on the Santa Barbara pier and look straight West, you end up looking right back at land. Weird. Kinda like leaving Eppley airport in Omaha, entering Iowa and returning to Nebraska without ever crossing the Missouri.