Under the bridge
At work, Karin earned two tickets to a local minor league baseball game, along with two free ballpark suppers. To avoid the $7 parking fee, we rode the bus; upon arriving, however, we found we’d left the baseball tickets at home.
We would’ve eaten elsewhere downtown, but the heavens opened up a torrent. We ended up staying at the bus station for about an hour. Then we rode to a McDonald’s near our apartment.
After our supper, as we were walking home, it started raining again – very hard – and so we took shelter under a bridge. I was busy explaining why extant theories of bodily resurrection leave a great deal to be desired. Karin snapped this photo of me:
It’s a bit dark, which probably is a good thing, considering my disheveled state.
We would’ve eaten elsewhere downtown, but the heavens opened up a torrent. We ended up staying at the bus station for about an hour. Then we rode to a McDonald’s near our apartment.
After our supper, as we were walking home, it started raining again – very hard – and so we took shelter under a bridge. I was busy explaining why extant theories of bodily resurrection leave a great deal to be desired. Karin snapped this photo of me:
It’s a bit dark, which probably is a good thing, considering my disheveled state.