In Bowling Green (OH, not KY), Patricia and I had to stop for a quick drink (read: restroom break). When I saw the Big Boy, I had to stop here....I thought this chain died with the Chevy Bel Air. Turns out Big Boy is still strong in Michigan and Ohio, at least.

This is the best possible view of Detroit. (Note: taken while heading to Canada). Probably shouldn't do that while driving across an international border / bridge.

So, on Friday, Patricia and I decided to go to Canada. Because it's close, and we could. It was a grey day but not quite rainy. Here we're crossing the Ambassador Bridge, spanning Detroit, Michigan, USA on one side, and Windsor, Ontario, Canada on the other. I find it interesting that, for some reason, the cable supports for the bridge spans do not appear on the photograph!

Those crazy Canadians!!! I'm going to go have a bowl of Flocons Givres! Delicieaux!

Now, this should be very illegal. But for some reason, there were no signs everywhere prohibiting photography, so I continued my growing habit of "shootin' an' drivin'"

On Sunday, en route to the airport, we stopped off in Toledo. We might not have had we known that the whole city shuts down on weekends. But we got to see the home of the world famous Toledo Mudhens. I remember this team name from watching M*A*S*H as a kid!

This was my favorite shot from Toledo - at Fifth Third field. What it doesn't show is the handful of other convenient holes in the fence to watch through. Ironically, just further from the fence in either direction, the boundary is a bar-type fence - so anyone walking down the street could get a full game view.

Here is the outfield of the Fifth Third field.

This is the most powerful hand dryer I have ever seen. You can't tell very well from this image, but it blew air at such a force, that it would cause skin ripples - even on otherwise lean hands!

The fat squirrel, after having noticed me, is not running away up the tree, but rather along the branch toward me as though charging!

There are two fat squirrels who live in the maple tree in the back yard. Unfortunately, they eat all the bird food I put out for birds. There is not a place readily available yet that would allow me to put out a bird feeder that is also out of reach of the squirrels. I learned recently that this one is the bully squirrel of the two.

Here he has noticed me.

Introducing the newest member of the household on Locust street.....Kathmandu (2). I had a previous cat named Kathmandu, but during a relocation his caregiver just forgot to feed him or bring him inside, so he promptly disappeared. The New Kathmandu seems to like his new home, has no interest in the outdoors other than the occasional window glance, and may be bipolar - he goes from extremely frisky to extremely mellow in a very short period of time. But he's fun to have around. 

This is a snapshot of Kathmandu playing with a toy from the side (obviously...), but shows his beautiful markings.  

Kathmandu sitting on the sunroom windowsill. You might be able to make out the fresh 2 inches or so of snow that fell, capping off a week of otherwise 50 degree temps!