Americana

Happy Presidents' day to one and all!

What could be more American day than Presidents' day, right? The fourth of July? Well, maybe. Apple pie? Perhaps. Baseball? Hot dogs? Peanuts and crackerjacks? Um, I think some would make those arguments as well.

So  that's the ode-to-American angle I'll take this fine morning, as I find myself sitting here at work, like every other Monday morning, instead of at home getting ready to go out and spend the day undertaking some uber-American pursuit, worthy of the respect our current and past Presidents deserve.

I'm taking the baseball angle, hot dogs included. Even if it did occur last night and not on Presidents' day proper.

Remeber these guys?

Well, they invited our family over for dinner last night. They're currently adding a second story to their lovely home, so have had to suck it up and move themselves and their three beautiful daughters into a very small downtown condo.  (Just so you get a mental picture of "small," their toddler sleeps in the bathroom.)

But, this is the view from the living room

and this is the view from the 7th floor deck with barbecue area

 where you can grill your own American dogs

 then mosey over to these seats

and watch the game.

Beacuse really? Who needs the crowd. (Thanks J&J!)