April 10, 2004
Roger Williams Park

 

And you top the hill, and it's fricking Greece allofasuddenly.

Okay, you can't see it well in this shot but actually, in the first light of morning, this was really very pretty. Then I said something to that white-robed bird-brained thug there, and he came powering straight at me like a torpedo. I'm sure he was expecting bread, but when he almost reached me, he started hissing. I nearly found out whether he really can break an arm with his beak. G'bye, Greece!