Today I ran across the funny little white dawg again. I was skating down the path behind Scolari’s when I heard some furious yapping. I looked around for a dog but, well, it was right in front of me. He was hanging out of a hobo’s backpack as the guy rode his bike down the path.
“He remembers you,” says the guy, over his shoulder. Then to the dog,
“Back in the bag!”
The dog is yapping and trying to crawl out of the backpack to chase me. I wanted to skate in for a close-up, but I thought he might actually jump out, and he was on a choke chain. I didn’t need to kill the dawg for a close-up.
Also today, at Mitchell Park, I saw the semi-regular group of young hipsters playing songs for each other. But the groovy thing I noticed today, is that they tip each other with food! While one pair was playing and singing (in matched t-shirts, they were pretty good singers, if a little nervous-looking), I watched a girl get up shyly, and put a loaf of bread in the tip box-lid. Another one was holding a can of soup.
Day 13 in a row.
Wheels: Day 5 (2 on this rotation)
Bearings: Day 10
1/5: Coffee Machine – .15