A couple of beers at The Comet with the man that married my wife.

To me, I mean.

Then we had sushi and bento at the wonderfully quiet Oasis Cafe up the block. On the way home walked by the nearly-complete reservoir park, where that van driver plowed into the wall twentyodd days ago. The park looks lovely and I hope that my battered neighborhood’s current problems with the homeless don’t turn it into a wasteland right out of the gate.

We also walked by Value Village’s window display of Eastertide bunny rabbits.

And of course, a learned lesson. mo:blog does not handle multiple photos in a single post. I’m also beginning to make my peace with the craptacular CCD in the Treo; sometimes it produces a certain generalization in the lighting which to me appears painterly.