Mancelona Bike Ride

Mancelona Ironman sculpture outside the high school, recognizing the town's iron working heritage (Antrim Ironworks - 1886-1945)

What was once a company house in Mancitucky, aka Antrim

Beware of the Bear, Antrim

Road down to Green Lake ... Let's fly over this soft sand!

Green Lake. Water level is way down.

Chapman Cemetery. Guitar pickin' and truck drivin'

Mancelona Steel Tank, still operating.

Pete or Ken? (Mancelona Steel Tank tractors)

This one's retired.

The old Mt. Clemens Metal Projects plant, later Gulf & Western, later Dura ... Now shut down.

The adjective ramshackle comes to mind.

Stone House.

Maverick shut down too.

Harleys lined up outside the Pressbox. Ashley's Ride
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Midtown Manhattan

The Queensboro Bridge, a double decker. It crosses the East River, over Roosevelt Island and then on to Queens.

Sunset, from the 29th floor, 64th st.

Marco at MOMA

Jackson Pollock. Where is the cigarette butt? Where did he take a leak on it?

Andy Warhol's Elvis, Elvis, was a hero, hero ... I posted it on Facebook, where one friend wrote, "he looks like he's all shook up" and another, "he looks like he's beside himself."

Sevilla

Flores along the walkway at the edge of the river.

Juan Belmonte, peering at the Maestranza, the bullring, from Triana. Perhaps the best bullfighter in history. Somebody once told him the only thing he could do to improve would be to die in the ring. He replied that he was working on it. When he was a youth, he would sneak into the cortijos or ranches and fight bulls naked. If he was ever caught I'm sure he was punished, because fighting bulls are not supposed to have contact with humans. There is a hole in the middle of the statue; you can look through it and see the bullring.

The Triana bridge over the Guadalquivir. Back in the day, Seville was the point of entry for ships coming from the Americas. The river was full of ocean-going ships and all the riches first made landfall here. You can see the Torre del Oro on the left. Where the bunch of trees is on the right there once stood the Castillo de San Jorge, where the infamous Spanish Inquisition was based. Oh the heretics who were burned there. Later there was a soap factory. The white house this side of the trees now belongs to my friends Luis and Montse.

Marco and Steevo

Cáceres

We took advantage of the tower being open to see these splendid vistas of old Cáceres.

The plaza principal de Cáceres, the main square. Only recently was it made 100% pedestrian.

L to R: Delia, Vicente, Miguel Angel, Miguel, and Tomás, who, with his dreads, is a little blurry. But he is rocking a WCU jersey.