… apparently. For most of them, anyway.
Driving around Trump territory with a BLM sign in the Jeep, Sarah was a little worried…
A romantic taco dinner for two out of the back of our Jeep. After ten years we’re about as classy as we’re gonna get.
What a month it’s been here, with more than 25 days of protests against police brutality and systemic racism, met by — of course — police brutality. But protests do work, and we’re starting to see change, even if it’s just of the superficial and symbolic type. The first of the memorials to the Lost Cause of the Civil War has been brought down by the government (but not before protesters tore down several on their own, first). Today started out hot, humid, and clear, but then some amazing summertime storms rolled through. I don’t think a single onlooker left because of the deluge, tho.
Murphy loves his crocodilian.
We are adulting so fucking hard right now.
Murph is too young, unfortunately.
Were told this is bad for the brick, but it sure is pretty.
These are in a part of the neighborhood I don’t go very often. I’m always delighted when I come across them. They’re so colorful and happy.