Ketchup

and mustard and salt and some pepper hiding behind the salt and a little more ketchup.

Speaking of every day...

Here is something Jay and I do a lot (that's Jay, featured front and kinda center).

Jay goes to CVP, our local pub a few times a week to read and write. Somehow he escapes the world better when it's running mildly around him and most nights the pub is good for that. Sometimes I accompany him and almost inevitably we'll spend some time on a crossword. We find them irresistible. Looks like he may be a little stuck on this one. I should probably help him out.

Over his shoulder are a couple of our fellow locals.

Guy #1 used to come to the coffee shop I worked at for a couple of months two summers back (can it have been that long?). His name is Bill. I remember him getting breakfast often - I think he liked the yogurt with fruit and granola - and he was one of the few who would brave our stifling little indoor seating area in the heat of a Baltimore City summer and still get hot coffee. Everyone else was outside in our convenient shaded area and sipping iced lattes.

Guy #2 I've only ever seen at the pub and always alone. He's there more times than not when I'm there. He usually turns a chair around and watches the tv over the video game machines with his back to the bar. He's a sports fan, especially baseball. We were there last night and I watched as he watched the Red Sox play some other team I can't now recall and muttered to himself. At one point he cracked up laughing at nothing I could determine. Even as much of a regular as he is, he doesn't interact much with the waitstaff and bartenders, nor the other regulars. But otherwise he looks like an average blue collar guy, in his t-shirt and ball cap, drinking his Bud Light. I imagine there's some sadness to his story.

PS. Hooray! I finally got a picture up! Yay!