. . . where all the women train for marathons, all the men have piercings, and all the children eat falafel. These are stereotypes and not really fair ones because even Jason refuses to go for the earring look (and I’m glad) that many respected, professional men here sport. Like Levar Burton, but Mr. Burton doesn’t live here, just lots of guys have his style. Never mind, it should say, “all the men talk about football”.

Football season is the real news around here now that school has started. The marching band sounds as good as ever.

We took a pizza to the practice field a few nights ago and watched them rehearse. Nabby and Oliver brought toy instruments and played along. Nabby is good on the kazoo saxophone. Oliver loved conducting.

Can you see my kids on the left? They were trying to do everything the band did.

Squirrel holes out front

Jason carried Oliver on his shoulders and Nabby in his arms to the van when it was over. And left his backpack!!! We drove away without it and it was not there the next morning when we realized and went to look. Lost and found hasn’t seen it. He didn’t lose any expensive electronic gadgets because he doesn’t use any, but his grading work from t.a.ing an executive education course this semester was on a jump drive that was in there. That grading took him three nights (8 to midnight) to refinish. And his favorite umbrella is gone. Probably the homeless person with it now needed it more.

Squirrels are noteworthy too because they’re digging tiny holes all over the lawn to find seeds? worms? bury stuff? Funny things those little guys.