Neighborhood observations

I walked to pick up dinner at a local (and delicious) Vietnamese restaurant last night. On the way home, I cut through the park, which is in the middle of our residential area. There were parents out pushing kids in strollers, softball games, people walking dogs or running - all the wonderful things you see out in the evening when you live in a neighborhood and city like this.

And then there was the dude sitting on his front porch and playing a banjo. Long gray hair, beard, and a Willie Nelson hat. Strumming the banjo.

I love this city.