Today, sunrise &
Ye Olde Trail Tavern, 1827.
Later this morning I brought daughter in for breakfast...
Friar Tuck petitioned to join our Early Morning Loafers ensemble.
To be considered he has to produce a photo of self sitting a scooter.
He's off looking for that little red Honda Elite we saw earlier.
My daughter said, "even for this town, that's a little strange!"
(She hasn't met "Skirt Man" yet. He sat with me again this morning - doesn't seem to remember that I don't carry smokes. Sadly - his flowered leggings
just did not work today with the plaid mini-skirt, white socks and sandals.)
Stig
