Campaign signs sprouting. It must be spring.

Our town is having an election for selectmen and other offices. Frankly, I've not paid close attention this year. Fortunately, we have some neighbors who tend to be quite active politically. They put candidates' signs on their lawns. Their politics are also exactly opposite ours. So, if I'm ever not sure how to vote, I take a look at the signs on their lawns and then vote the other way.

Every afternoon the traffic bunches up on the route home near a baseball field. With the car window down on a warm day, I can hear the sounds of the kids playing ball. It's wonderful, although I doubt that I'll ever get used to the sound of a ball hitting a metal bat.

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Marley's had trouble with his nails. It almost seems like a good idea for him to wear boots. If he wore these, however, he'd also demand a paper bag for his head so that the other dogs wouldn't recognize him.

The Wall Street Journal is running a story this morning about B.J.'s Wholesale Club's suit against IBM. The suit alleges that sensitive credit card information was stored in the computers' logs and thus was exposed to hackers. This could get interesting.