Planes. Old train. No automobiles.

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File this day under "generally productive, but with side orders of weird."

I got the papers sent to me to finish off the case I did not have to go out of town for last night. Client signed them, but no notary. Maybe they expected that I'd just do it without the signatory standing in front of me. Erm, that would be a no. I'm too old to start working retail if they pull my license for such a stunt. I worked hard to get those pieces of paper on the wall and damned if I'm going to lose them over something that stupid, I told a coworker.

So naturally, my framed JD degree decided to crash to the floor today. Nothing broken, I'll just need new stickies. But as karma goes, weird.

Also weird was running into this over my head when I took the morning's primary work, and a registration for the seminar that will have me sitting on my ass for 10 hours Monday and Tuesday afternoons:



Apparently the Blue Angels were in town to practice. I have no idea what for. I do know that they're pavement-shaking loud and they leave massive chemtrails like you see in the actual picture I took on the left. The other may be stolen from someplace.

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That was the extent of my driving today, and will not be matched tomorrow, most likely. I had made tentative plans for a drive to Syracuse for a lien filing, and possibly beyond if my sister could get together with a friend quickly enough to meet up nearer to there, but both of those plans have been kiboshed, at least for now. For one thing, we've been hearing of many government office closings tomorrow in anticipation of Juneteenth becoming a real federal holiday starting in 2022. But before I could even call Onondaga to check, the client emailed; the check to him may be in the mail and the lien may be moot. So now I have no plans to leave my very own town for the day- not tomorrow, not Monday or Tuesday when I will be doing the five-hour educational ass-sitting, and not Wednesday when my evaluation for a dental implant is scheduled.

Turns out Donna wouldn't have been able to connect tomorrow anyway: both she and the husband of her transport are figuring out some medical issues that will likely keep them off the road through my sentencing to ass-sitting and gum-poking. We'll check back later for a rendezvous.

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The train is just here because of how much I Love Candy (parts of that film were shot near here, as that link explains):



That's a previously unposted photo from two Sundays ago, on Pepper's first solo trek with me down the rail trail now taking up the last preserved local section of the Lehigh Valley Railroad.  A historical link about the rail line can be found here.

That depot last saw passengers in 1940, and it stopped servicing trains of any kind in the 1970s. It fell into disrepair, and the tracks were all gone by 1987. But local historians, government and train buffs have done a remarkable job of preserving that history. The section of former track that stopped here, mile 441 on the line from Noo Yawk, has been paved and turned into a Memory Trail back east to the next cross street. Several blocks to the west of the depot, a rawer section of former tracks is accessible, running up to and eventually paralleling the 290 within 20 lots of our house, before ending at Sheridan Drive where I remember there once being a trestle over that state highway. The depot has been restored for tourism, and the engine next to it was just added to an existing car and caboose as memories of when Williamsville was more than just our zip code.

Not as fast as the Blue Angels, and a lot quieter, but they'll be leaving for who knows where and this depot, and my car, will still be here;)