Today I was inspired by images of the disaster debris that Hurricane Sandy left behind. A place I remember from childhood is Atlantic City, New Jersey, one of the hardest hit areas. I decided to call this drawing "Boardwalk."

I drove from Cleveland to Philadelphia tonight. Philadelphia is in dead center of Hurricane Sandy's predicted landfall tomorrow. I encountered rain, rain, fog, and more rain. And four tunnels. This is the drawing I came up with when I got to my hotel, I'm calling it "Pennsylvania Turnpike":

Today's drawing. It started as a simple outline drawing. I don't know exactly what I was thinking about when I drew it but there were a few significant moments in my day that probably figured in. I found out that I may never know exactly what happened on the bike to trigger the extreme pain that led to my dropping out of Ironman Kona - my doctor is now checking my blood for clues. I also found out that the only people who seem to matter are the really good athletes, which I am not.

The title of this post (and the ensuing artwork) comes from a Twitter update during the third Presidential debate. I had become fixated on a strand of Mitt Romney's hair that was apparently doing its own thing on Mitt's forehead that evening. Note that Barack Obama's hair stayed in place, but many tweeters also found time to comment on a different factor - how gray it was. It all seemed so superficial.