A roadrunner was sunning himself behind a catcus yesterday when I dropped Laurie off at Tristan’s. Many years ago we had an infestation of roadrunners on the property. When we were gardening, five or six roadrunners would circle around us sizing us up to see if they could make a few meal out of us.  Roadrunners seem more like dinosaurs than birds to me. After a couple of years of eating all the lizards, robins and other birds in the neighborhood they moved on. I haven’t seen a roadrunner in the yard in long, long time.

They’ve closed down several streets downtown the last few days for filming, forcing most of the traffic trying to get out of downtown onto 2nd Street. The problem is the lights are not timed to handle the extra traffic, so 2nd Street and all the side streets were jammed. While waiting to turn onto 2nd Street, I noticed the light on First Plaza was interesting. I finally got to Martin Luther King Jr. and while waiting in traffic to get on I-25, the light was nice on the old hospital building on MLK.