I never leave home without it.

I try to always remember to take my camera with me, you just never know what you will run across. Here are but a few examples.

Saturday I was downtown when I came across this bit of stupidity. I didn't see it happen, just captured the end result. Maybe the tanker truck was already in to his turn and the car tried to shoot in there, or maybe the truck was to blame. Either way, the results could have been a lot worse, nobody was hurt.. The tanker was carrying Carbon Dioxide.

What I found especially interesting was that it happened in plain view of several cops who were standing outside the Police headquarters at Hocus Pocus 12th and Locust. I had time to circle the block, get pics from both angles, and watch the fire dept. Drive past the clueless police officers. Maybe they thought the tanker just decided to park in the middle of 12th street, mid turn.

I was in the Great White North yesterday. I happened to drive past the Christmas display at a little park, Penguin Park? Anyway this Santa really fucking creeps me out for some reason. It looks like a Stephen King eat your children type Santa to me. It's important to note that there have been no reports of kids being devoured by this particular Santa, but I'm not taking any chances.

I remained behind locked car door, to avoid being devoured by the man eating Santa, and made Max the Yorkie wait to pee until we got to a different park.

I wrote a piece some time back about what I believe is a huge slap in the face to the memory of one of this city's legends, Charlie Parker, The Bird, and his final resting place. I have been schooled on this before, so if I get some of the facts wrong, I'm sure one of my readers will set me straight. The Byrd is buried in this cemetery next to his mother. The marker, while grander than others in this small predominantly black cemetery has always seemed lacking for someone who was such an innovator in the world of Jazz. In my opinion the powers that be, the ones who decided to keep throwing more money in to the failed and mismanaged Jazz District, should have ponied up some of that wasted money on a monument marking the Byrd's final resting place.

Thankfully, there were private parties, organizations, that cared enough to give Parker a marker. What I found on my last visit to the cemetery was more than a little unsettling. A giant woman's shoe, and sex lube, lay under a tree, just feet from charlie Parker's resting place. The entire cemetery is rundown, trash all over the place. The Jazz district itself, is slowly deteriorating as well. The facades and boarded up store fronts look a little more decrepit every time I drive through the place.