I was parked on Butler Street in Lawrenceville.
My phone in hand.
A truck pulled up to the red light alongside my car -and stopped. I felt a presence. Looked up and out the driver’s window.
Oh, hello there!
Light turned green. The chef appeared. The truck pulled away into the flow of traffic.
Last week in Columbus, I sat in the passenger seat with Laura at the wheel. Good thing. Brought that trusty phone up to my eye and I can’t really add him to my People at Work series
but perhaps Animals at Work in the city?
Oh hello there!
-Loved being in the passenger seat tonight while Steve drove home through the rain and wet leaves.
Freeport Road in Aspinwall. All traffic stopped. No young geese splatted on this busy road today. Goose is such a funny word.
And to make today’s post slightly more interesting check out TheFreeDictionary
1. n. a silly oaf; an oaf. Oh, I’m such a silly goose!2. tv. to (attempt to) poke something, such as a finger, in someone’s anus. Freddy tried to goose me!3. n. an attempt to goose someone. (As in sense 2) He tried to give me a goose.4. tv. to rev up an engine; to press down hard on the accelerator of a car. Why don’t you goose the thing and see how fast it’ll go?5. n. an act of suddenly pressing down the accelerator of a car. Give it a good goose and see what happens.
McGraw-Hill’s Dictionary of American Slang and Colloquial Expressions Copyright © 2006 by The McGraw-Hill Companies, Inc. All rights reserved.
Birds of a feather, flock together. Waiting for the horses to drop some grain. My sister spotted these pigeons on a traffic light post.
No zoom lens on the camera so my sister who had found the birds lined up on the pole, walked me across 59th Street into the Park. We were headed for the zoo.
Close-up after we crossed the street- the second shot
and the first shot, before we crossed the street
Below Polish Hill, turning onto Liberty Ave into the Strip District. Here is what I saw.
He got out from under the cars as we were all stopped at the red light.
Instead of crossing the road, he kept walking back under the cars.
Good thing I had my camera on the front seat.
Good thing he didn’t get squished. I felt sorry for the groundhog.
Too much concrete to burrow in.
(And my car windows need a wash)
Just a snippet. I saw movement.
Coming under the cars. Oh no.
Go the other way. He did eventually.
I felt badly for the groundhog but at least he finally made it to the side before the light turned green. But what then?