Donna Jean's Path

Donna Jean has always liked to walk for exercise (and the pleasure of being outside). Earlier this year she decided that walking on the road had become too hazardous for her so she took to walking back and forth on her driveway. But she likes to have the dog with her and trying to negotiate a walking stick and a leash with diminished vision started to seem like a bad idea.

So she decided that what she needed was a level, hard surfaced path going straight across her front yard (about forty feet). The yard is fenced so the dog can run around loose. Bev Hill planned it out and brought over a crew, some pressure treated lumber, and a bunch of gravel and made this nicely tamped, level mini-track. Donna Jean likes to go out on warm days and do about five laps out and back while Nigel romps. Also she has a new red coat.

Stand Up

Thanks to Laura's Pizzeria, Lucy Doll, and Jada Cash for bringing Jada's brother Cliff Cash to the neighborhood for what Lucy insisted was the first-ever Burnsville performance by a professional stand-up comedian. Cliff riffed on Southern culture, white supremacy, personal tragedy, being broke, and other comedic subjects. He generously delivered two sets worth of material and, through some mystery that nobody quite understands, stood there by himself and got people to laugh and laugh and laugh.

He was really quite funny.

Burnsville Halloween

On Wednesday, I went to walk off some dentistry and discovered that Burnsville does a pretty elaborate, organized trick or treat thing on West Main and the Square. The streets are closed and there are lots of people parading around in costumes collecting treats from treat dispensaries sponsored by local businesses and organizations.

Hallowe'en, like most things, has gotten pretty commercial, but I'm happy to report that there were still some homemade costumes in evidence.

Here's an excellent Calvin and Hobbes. (That's his  Calvin face.)

This is the better-looking Professor McGonagall. (Her Hermoine was busy collecting candy.)

By far the best cat mask on the square.

And then there's the spinning beachball of death. Loading....loading....loading...

Radio Dog

It's bear-hunting season, and there are canine transmitters on the Parkway.