November 5th, 2001

bald

bus report

coach 982

ATL: No Work

Sometimes when it's foggy, you'll see a shadow slicing through the fog as the street lights shine through the trolley wires. There's a haiku in there somewhere, waiting to get out.
bald

International Relations

Yesterday I heard radio chatter on the police scanner about a motorcade to go from the Space Needle to the Olympic Hotel.

Today, I read in the news paper that the Prime Minister of Mongolia is in town for "personal reasons".

I hear the coffee is pretty bad there...