June 11 'tis the day and it's finally upon me. Up and at 'em early.
Bus driver drives, the O'Brien dinks around on her iPad. Veedubs is safely cuddled up at home away from all these pot holes. No fender benders. No crowded parking lots, no door dings. Why drive downtown if you don't have to? Dunno.
Good morning, Cleveland.
Hm. Puzzle prospects in the jury staging area are pretty dodgy. Good thing we've got free Internet.
WHAT? Picked and kicked for a criminal case right off the bat ... huh.
Who cares? Lunch and time for a walk about. Found this golden boy in the mezzanine of the Standard Building at a tiny museum curated by the Brotherhood of Locomotive Engineers and Trainmen (BLET).
All you nines, go over there.
More friends at the BLET museum.
Cop, Adult Mart and Gillespie Building all in one frame? Priceless.
Memorial ribbons, BLET museum.
I did save money, dude. Took the bus down here.
As far as I got on the Salvador Dali puzzle before they sprung us early. Aw hell, the 135 is a rush hour line and doesn't come for another two hours.
Could goof off downtown for a spell or take the 77F, but that'd be an awful long walk home from the Brecksville stop. What to do?
I've got an idea.
Lil' OB waiting for me with the Mini Cooper at satellite bus stop. My hero!
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