Shallow Thoughts

King St., Charleston, S.C.

• I buy the occasional powerball ticket but never remember to check it. Never. I simply buy a day or two of fantasy. I assume that if I really win something I'll read a headline in the P & C saying, "King St. Convenience Store Sells Winning Ticket" and I'll hope to find it crumpled up in the bottom of my backpack.
• Someone landed on my blog after googling "elderly women to date". Sad.
• Someone landed on my blog after googling "parks in Afghanistan." Amazing. I walked through parks in Kabul many years ago. 
• True shallow confessions - I watch Tosh.0. He can be so awful with a happy smile.
• Isn't it amazing how people believe your entire job consists of the one tiny project that relates to them? Sorry caller. I know my tone was icy. 
• I went to bed perfectly happy and woke up wanting a black trench coat.  How do these things happen? 
• The end of tomato season is scaring me. 
• I need some of Chef Nico Romo's curried crab soup soon. Mmmmm.
• Am I the only one that finds the Charleston Farmer's Market claustrophobic? There is an entire park available. Can't we move the stalls back a few feet so people can actually walk? Huh, huh, huh? 
• It's already dark too early to take pictures on my evening walkabout so you get the leftover weekend shots. I wouldn't advise climbing over this gate on King St.  
•  G'night kids.