fuschia, baseball cap, Harley Davidson

The long view. If I were a jewelery designer, I would make earings from
these.

A notice on the pub door says: "No baseball caps". I am wearing a baseball cap. I say to the landlord: "Sorry about my baseball cap." It's not meant for you, " she says. "It's a polite way of saying, no yobs."

A shining, red, brand new Harley Davidson, parked in front of someone's house, catches my attention. I stop and stare it for a few blissful moments. I have never driven a motor bike and have reached the age when, if I tried, I would certainly fall off. But this is a thing of beauty. My friend Barrett Bonden www.bbworkswell.blogspot.com could explain it. Perhaps he will. Meanwhile, I feel about it, as he did in a post on his blog (now withdrawn) about a gun, which fascinated him for the beauty of its design though not at all for its function. Except, on the other hand, I would rather, in my wild dreams drive a Harley Davidson than fire a gun.