Been busy. Family come first, then work. For the most part, you faggots come in third.* On August 26 Scary and I paid a surprise visit to the Florence idle borg. It was, as a farmer friend says, dull as dog shit. We were photographed from a distance. We worked around the sprinkler in the corner garden bed (it should be noted that the sprinkler was gong when we arrived so it could not have been set up as a raid deterrent since Scary and I didn't really know we were coming and there were NO public postings to out arrival. We did employ hose kink tech after the sprinkler was turned up after we got there.) I had a nice, brief conversation with an elderly African-American gent who would hear nothuing wrong about Hubtard. There will be a longer reporet sometime this coming week with still images and video as I should have more time free than I have had. The important thing I've made time to report is this: CINCINNATI IS CLEAR. Yes, I know it's mostly symbolic because they've just picked up and moved to Kentucky. But there's just something so deeply viscerally satisfying about being able to say that and post the following image. The Cincinnati borg is no more. Even the sign is empty: *(Most of the time. Mrs. C is VERY supportive. She bakes our cookies (and the occasional odd cake. She keeps me from going too far over the edge and offers cogent suggestions about signs and tactics. She's raided with us. And she lets me hang out with Scary. All hail Mrs. C!).