Clocky, I Am Your Father

This is a continuation of the saga of Clocky, the mascot of the newspaper I used to work for. If it sounds crazy, try reading the first post.

When two mascots fall in love they sometimes create a baby mascot. That baby is Clocky. Today, I met Clocky's father, Mr. Minuteman in St. Cloud. He was casual, as usual:




He was representing an extremely small copy shop (there were only two copiers in the place) and leaning against the M in the shop's sign as if to say:

"Oh, Clocky, what have you gotten yourself into now?"

You see, he let me in on a little secret. Clocky is a little slow.

Oddly enough, Mr. Minuteman has a tag line as awkward as Clocky's:




I guess the gear doesn't fall very far from the clockface.

Teenage Mutan Ninja Turtle Savers

My mom was in town visiting the last few weeks. While we were out checking out a garage sale in the country I spotted what looked like a turtle on the edge of the road about 1/4 mile from a small lake.

My mom with the little guy:




So we turned around and picked him up and released him back near the lake.






Is there such a thing as a turtle saving badge? If there is, I think I've earned one.

Wildflowers

I took these in the Sherburne National Wildlife Refuge in Zimmerman today. All of them were taken along the side of the road on the Wildlife Drive. It's amazing how many things you notice when you take a nice slow drive down a road of prairie. To get the full effect, click on the images to view a larger version.














This strange grass flower stood atop a long stem: