Ben and I took one of our periodic excursions into the depths of Ohio to visit this crazy six-acre food mart.


I wish I could share some pictures of the interior of this monstrosity of a grocery store, but Ben told me that if I started acting like a Japanese tourist he would leave me there. Even though we took my car.


And then I saw the best church ever.


I'm seriously thinking of joining. I hear they have an Olympic-size swimming pool.

For some reason when Ben's brother stepped out onto the patio the swan decided he wanted to come over and hang out.


This has never happened before. It was...very strange. Perhaps it was trained to detect illegal substances like those dogs at the airport.


This was my celebratory I-got-a-job lunch, since Ben and his family ditched me to go fishing.


When I got home from work today this note was stuck to the fridge. MAYBE I WILL AND MAYBE I WON'T.


Then I opened the fridge to find some dinner and saw something strange and unfamiliar on the bottom shelf.


What could it be.


Oh no he did not leave live bait in my fridge.


:(

Lesson in composition.


Me and Emanuel chillin' on the steps of the Art Institute, trying to get away from the parasitic tourists at the Taste of Chicago.


I call this "Tony and Emergency Pop."


Back to Ohio. Taking a break in the Arby's/Steak 'n Shake parking lot, Japanese tourist style. Oishii!