Reality distortion

Seems like an appropriate metaphor for the Trump/Clinton debate. I quickly grabbed a couple of photos late tonight after leaving an Indian restaurant just around the corner from New Street Grand Central. I suspect daylight is better for this subject. Extra: taxi rank.

So, to Birmingham -- an easy journey apart from the 45 minutes I spent driving the last 3 miles across town in total gridlock. I had dinner with D, a friend from university whom until December 2014 I hadn't seen since 1979. And tomorrow off to see unfortunate sister D, who broke her hip tripping over her shoelace a couple of weeks ago (yes, she has brittle bones ... hip now replaced).