This cheerful guy is a cardboard cutout standing outside a park in a new tract in southeast Sacramento County. Sure makes me want to live there.

This pizza from Wolfgang Puck Express is the best airport food I've ever had. Pizza Hut can just go home.

The Amtrak station in Denver has its own informal lending library including board games.

This looks like the field for an as-yet-uninvented ballgame.

An extremely personal rest room at the Denver Art Museum.

At the Denver Art Museum, here's a painting of an abandoned drive-in movie, with real drive-in speakers making the sound of a lonely prairie wind.

This tunnel was on the way to the light rail station in the Denver suburbs.

If you see a tornado coming, get next to Jennifer.

I had my first rehearsal at Franklin High today. This poster was one of many in the courtyard.

I've been meaning to bring my lizard to the coffeehouse, but this girl beat me to it.

The parking lots at the City College tennis court were blocked off by Cyclone fences today... which I think means that they are finally taking out the tennis courts. I hope they build new ones somewhere else on campus!

The girl is wearing Spider-Man on her back. Is it a backpack? America, help me here.

We were walking up the stairs from the parking lot to Downtown Plaza. Jennifer said, "I'm always afraid I'm going to run into some homeless person sleeping here." Then we saw this vodka bottle.

While waiting in front of a bank, I contemplated this patch of grass over what in winter is a skating rink.
In front of the bank stood a security guard wearing a turban; I tried to hide the copy of The Satanic Verses I was carrying. (I think after all he was a Sikh, not a Muslim.)

A lovely wreck near 19th & X.

I was playing with the Ron Davis Big Band at Zigato's and my old friend Shelly Burns was singing with her husband Bill in the next room. Watch and listen!

A box of 200 Marbs

There is a great article in The Economist this week about Stephen Colbert. Read it here.

Another picture of Lisa Sandoval, who is the head of drama at Franklin High. She recently became the first Franklin teacher to be honored as Sacramento Teacher of the Month.

My high school friend Jon Dichter, who now is a piano tuner and hot-jazz guitarist, asked me to do a cartoon of an army of gypsy jazz guitarists parachuting in to save the world. This is a close-up of the guitarist's face on my monitor.