From now on...

...I will be carrying a camera with me at all times. Well, not in the house. Hmmm, maybe in the house. Not sure about that one.
Here's why.
Yesterday I went to class. Organizational Behavior and Ceramics 2. One class I tolerate, the other is my favorite. I leave you to guess which is which. To get out to campus I ride my bike from home to downtown, lock up my bike and take a glorified sardine can passing itself off as a bus to the main campus way out in Texas Corners.
Now, I hate standing on the bus. I make sure I get there early and get a good seat. Not too far in the back or in the front. Dead in the middle. And I prefer the right side of the bus to the left. Why? No idea.
So, there I am, sitting on the bus, listening to my Tell 'Em Steve Dave podcast and looking out the window.
Parked at the light, alongside the bus is a beat up old Cutlass Ciera. It's tan, rusty and has seen better days. There is what I assume to be a couple in the front seat. Nothing standing out about either of them. Pretty nondescript kind of folks.
On the back of the trunk of the car is a small, about three inch square, sticker. It's white and scrawled on it in what can only be a child's handwriting is this;
"Dad Is Great!"
This, to me, was awesome and I was so kicking myself that I didn't have a camera. That picture would have been so much better than this story.
So, later, after class, I was riding home on the trusty Schwinn when I passed this small bush next to the sidewalk. Under it were, and I am not exaggerating, seven or eight tiny paper bags, each with a half pint of vodka. It was like the bush was a vodka bush and the local winos had plucked it's glass encased fruit.
While I might never see the car again, I'm pretty sure I can get a picture of the Vodka Bush on Thursday. It's in a crappy part of town and no one cleans up over there. I am constantly dodging glass.
So, from now on I vow to take my camera with me whenever I leave the house.
There is just way too much interesting going on out there.