Franklinsanity

8 pm – En route to the Rock, as I have decided to call it. After the real Rock, of course. 

Enjoyed a good local IPA and grilled walleye. Q had butter noodles. HHW?  Some sort of pseudo creole stew. Ted of course had a burger. Dinner was enlivened by American Ninja on the big screen TV. 

It’s actually hard not to watch. 

After dinner, I took the dogs for a walk. There was a super nice, dog friendly park right near the restaurant. Too bad it was owned by a local corporation – and therefore closed hours before sunset, in what was probably the coolest part of the near-100-degree day. Was happy to let Kingsley evacuate his bladder extensively on the perfectly coiffed lawn. Or at least the part we could reach outside the fence. 

Lots of cops outside Little Rock….good thing we have Nelly on the radio. Harry Potter, next.