We just had two open-window nights in a row in August! Alas, they appear to be over for a while.
I saw an Alfa Romeo 4C yesterday in traffic. At a glance it looked like a Ferrari coming up, but the Alfa Romeo grille gave it away (and plus I saw how small it was when it got closer). Very sexy and unmistakably Italian, but it sounded horrible—exactly like a 20-year-old Civic with a ridiculous rice-boy fart pipe exhaust on it, frankly. A little research reveals that it was on purpose. Fiat-Chrysler, what an awful idea and potential image-killer as you’re trying to establish a new one for Alfa Romeo in the United States.
Had dinner at The Original Public House this week. It was good, but it’s a little close in there for a fat guy. Hopefully the in-progress expansion will help.
Football is a scant week away. I’ve been busy enough that, while it hasn’t really snuck up on me, I’ve not been particularly impatient for its arrival. Definitely looking forward to it, though!
My older son shall soon march under the lights for the first time! Some of the best times of my childhood were in marching band. I’m pleased he’s engaged.
You know that Queen song “I Want To Break Free”? It doesn’t quite fit how I’m feeling because I don’t feel particularly chained. But I’m carefully considering that I haven’t been asking myself very challenging questions lately. I might be babbling, or this might be the start of a sea change. I haven’t figured that out yet. Stay tuned.