I don't normally approve of grafitti ...

I can't help but nod and grin at this, though.

The Coffee Shop Ground Zero Sunday Night

About fifty or so people gathered for an anti-war rally.

Among the guests at the rally

His honor, the mayor of Madison, Dave Cieslewicz, and Representative Tammy Baldwin.

On The Menu at Ground Zero

A look out the front window

After enduring weeks of snowless weather in December and January, slate-gray skies finally dump a load all at once over southern Wisconsin.

If you listen closely, you can hear the whine of thousands of snowmobile engines all cranking up at once.

A look out the back window

A bit chilly ...

Couldn't resist the pun. Sorry.

Reserved Seating

A stone bench in Elizabeth Link Free Park, between State and Gilman streets.

Not-Quite-Patiently Waiting

Coffee at Cleveland's

"Hey, I didn't notice the restaurant's picture was on the table cloth!" said my breakfast date last Saturday morning.

Up from the bottom

It's a limestone quarry redeveloped as loft apartments. It's a modern art installation titled Concrete Poop Dee Doo. It's the core of a nuclear reactor. It's about as far into the bowels of a downtown parking lot as you can get. It is.

A Back Alley near University Ave

There was so much going on here that it caught my eye.

Outside the Chazen Museum

Mother and Child, although nude, would be warm enough on this fine day.

Penguin Love

Pasted to a store front window on State Street.

That smell means it's time for a brat

The clock on the corner of State Street Brats telling me I've got just twelve minutes to get back to the square before my lunch hour is over.

Hot Time in the Old Town

While the western states are digging out from under several feet of snow, Madison is enjoying unseasonably warm temperatures and beautifully clear skies.

Just the day to get out to stretch the legs ...

No better destination than a book store ...

Paul's Books stands at the other end of State Street from the square, on the very edge of the UW campus.

There aren't many places like this left. I happily spent as much of my lunch hour as I could before I had to head back to work.

A Warm Welcome

Eight-foot-high stacks of books ... throw rugs across the floor ... a fancy pressed-tin ceiling above ... the cockles of my heart couldn't be gladder.

The room is filled with twists and turns

Ends of book shelves are gloriously festooned with old fly leafs, newspaper clippings, post cards and photos. It's a warm, cozy place.

Happy New Year!

New Year's Eve was a quiet night in for the O-folk, watching movies and eating plenty of party food.

At eleven-thirty I began to fade, so I made the rest of the family gather for a photo. With just fifteen minutes or so left before the appointed hour we all look as though we've had maybe one too many.