Okay, we had an hour to pass while we waited for Quentin’s glasses to be made, so we went to Red Robin and here is Der Bingle sitting across from me. Great smile, eh?

And directly across from moi is Quentin. Great smile, eh?

Quentin and Der Bingle = two great smiles.

I remarked that at least we weren’t sitting across from the kitchen door which happened to us at Mimi’s and Der Bingle pointed to my right.

YES, A TIGER BUTT.

However looking in front of me I saw Woody the Woodpecker, er, could it be a Red Robin?

We all were seduced by the horseradish advertised on the ChopHouse burger, but actually it was bland. Next time I’ll stick to the Whiskey River BBQ burger.

This is me outside waiting for Q and Der Bingle. It seems my mouth is down-turned.

And here is the Q after he and Der Bingle came out and saw me sitting on a bench and said, “Come along, homeless person.”

Finally, I show you the license plate bear representing the Ohio Redoubt of the West Facing Cave.

Tomorrow . . . the diesel.

Yesterday I stared at the escalator in the Fort Wayne Airport – actually, I think “International” is there in the name – and waited to see the familiar silhouette appear from feet on up. He is never in the first group and my eyes darted around during an escalator drought – and, then, there he was walking toward me. He looked taller, but I think I am shorter. Oh, and I wore my Ray-Ban sunglasses because I think they make me look better than my regular ones. Then, when we went outside and I took them off. Go figure.

I have no pictures because when I went to get the camera to click, it didn’t and I realized the battery was sitting back in its little charger. Now, today, I want to remedy that.