Noted: Day 2

+ The man holding up his arm, Heil Hitler style, as he ran toward the bus, all the way to moment he hopped on.

The daffodils bloom first

+ Beautiful lack of consistency in how people display their house numbers. No two houses in a row are the same.

+ Things I love about an old neighborhood:
     -Street names and sentiment stamped into the sidewalks
     -Sidewalks
     -Mailboxes affixed to houses
     -Big trees with roots that ruin level ground
     -Creeping vines
     -Makeshift fences

+ On the bus: a dad and kid playing some form of "I Spy" -- Kid: "I see a man with a poopy face." Dad: "I see a red truck with bald tires."

I see someone with a tough job

Hair I no longer have to style