I have found a new unemployment pastime. Leaving the vaunted halls of H.P. Core, I was following the father-unit and we played “Race the Train”. Now don’t get all sassy. It’s not: “Let’s run the crossing while its down” or anything dumb like that. It is more like “We were stuck behind a north-south train, then had to race the east-west train that was waiting with us until we could get across the tracks” or something like that. the big obstacle was the lights which were not conducive to making headway.
I have some Gorn in Chicago and La Brea Tar Pits photos that are on the laptop somewhere. I should have them up this weekend sometime. Really no excuse, but I’ve actually had things to do here and there.