Standing on my front porch this morning, a cardinal and a praying mantis landed simultaneously right in front of me. This is the one that stuck around long enough for me to get a phone-cam photo:
A new generation of foolishness. Ben Quayle runs for Congress. Be afraid, I guess.
Two nights in a row on Assoteague Island we got to watch thunderstorms roll in from the mainland. It’s big-sky country out there, and it was hard to get a real handle on how far away they were or where they were headed. 
It’s What’s For Dinner. And lunch, and occasionally breakfast. Here are a few highlights (and not-so-highlights) from our trip down to Maryland and Virginia.
First day’s destination: the hip and stylish Berkeley Hotel in Asbury Park, New Jersey. Not even a block from the beach, just across the way from the Paramount, this is one of the places-you-want-to-be down at the shore.
I guess my house is old enough to meet that standard. The kitchen mini-renovation goes on, with a few twists…
In Livingston, NJ, 3 p.m. Come on down!
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