Day 7

Sunday, we went to church. A little corner building. The couple that spoke in sacrament meeting had just moved from Utah. They got married a month ago, and the lady said it was her first move from Provo/Spanish Fork in 11 years. Marie and I rejoiced for her.

Slept.

Sorry, nothing too exciting today. On deck: Coney Island, Empire State Building, strollin'

some older pictures, since Facebook was being stubborn:


some reeds for Sam (they're actually papyrus)


for Patrick.


you got gangstas...you got wangstas...and then you got skanskas...