I suppose there could be better cars to take for a spin on a (finally) hot July afternoon than this vintage, cream-colored Triumph Spitfire ragtop that I saw parked near Schiller Park this afternoon — but I can’t think of what one might be right now. Convertibles just make you think: Summer!
Here’s a tangible sign of just how ridiculously cool and wet our summer has been so far — this morning, July 11, our flower beds are filled with these ugly gray toadstools. They typically show up during the damp spring months but are long gone by mid-summer.
If we ever get a period of prolonged sunny, dry weather — which is a big if in Columbus right now — I will take great delight in seeing these unsightly monstrosities wither and die.
It’s pretty rare when you get to see an actual presidential candidate in person. I’m really lucky, because I’ve walked past one on the way home from work.
The candidate’s name is Timothy R. Farkas. On two afternoons recently he’s been camped out at the corner of Third Street and Fulton, at the entrance to the on-ramp to I-70, wearing shorts and a summer shirt, holding a hand-lettered sign announcing his candidacy and happily waving at cars as they passed by. I shook his hand — that’s what you’re supposed to do with candidates — and took his picture. He urged me to check out his website, but the address on his sign is wrong. I found his website here.
Mr. Farkas’ decision to pursue the presidency so publicly made me smile. When I grew up in a more innocent time, people often said that in America anyone could grow up to be the President. It’s nice to see that some people still believe it.