1. I enjoyed this post from The Old Professor about his giggling three-year-old son.
2. Every bench up on the Common near Wellington Rocks had someone sitting on it, waiting, or watching the world go by.
3. As I come off the Common, I see a man on the traffic island with tennis balls falling out of his bag. About dozen go rolling and bouncing across the road and the traffic stops while he gathers them up again.
