Things you don’t see often: A hot BMW bike in the handicapped space. (Yes, it had the proper plate.)

Can you feel the excitement?

Happy Halloween!

For those of you on the west coast: Make your own.

I’m ready for my closeup.

Three eggs, six yolks.

God, I love the farmers’ market.

Prosciutto and roasted pepper frittata, if you were wondering.

Scrappers at work, east side of Detroit.

Next time you buy used bricks, spare a thought to the provenance.

Don’t shoot!

I once asked the owner of my gym what inspired him to put such a detailed sign on the entrance to the basketball court. He replied, “Years and years of experience.”

To paraphrase Homer Simpson: Testosterone: Fuel for humanity’s engine, and also useful for starting big fires.

UPDATE: And while we’re on the subject of hormones, I snickered at the picture accompanying the National Enquirer’s* story about Sarah Palin’s supposed extramarital affair, which could have carried the caption: “Gov. Palin explains why they broke up.”

* “…a more solid investigative outfit than many people think” — Rod Dreher

The ancestral home of NN.C, before there was a .C. South side of the Lou, in a neighborhood turning Bosnian around the edges.

How do you get to Busch Stadium? Practice, practice, practice. Also, it’s a Metrolink stop.