This post is dedicated to the memory of Heather Danielle Heyer, a martyr to the cause of standing up to racism, injustice and intolerance in our society. This young woman, a paralegal working and living in Charlottesville, VA, died on Friday, August 12, run down by a deranged racist coward while peacefully protesting in her hometown.

It’s the never-ending cycle, Gentle Reader(s): New Orleans, Wisconsin, Wisconsin, New Orleans—it keeps me on my toes and it helps keep Southwest Airlines in the black. It’s all routine by now but Southwest does throw me the occasional curveball, just for yuks. The routing on my last trip to see Inky Mum was from Albuturkey to Milwaukee by way of Baltimore—a slight 800-mile diversion—and the return trip was to Albuturkey by way of Phoenix. But who am I to second guess Southwest? My most recent trip was back to New Orleans, where I was last on an extended driving trip in late April/early May. The balmy spring weather was a distant memory as late July was hammering down with the full-court press of mid-summer heat and humidity but I did not let it dissuade me from my duly appointed rounds upon the InkCycle. I took to two wheels once again, meandering through Uptown and then north and west on the levee trail as far as my stamina would take me. As in my last bit of reportage, I have indulged in a bit of informal architortural documentation, the fruits of which labors are below offered.

As you may well have ascertained by now, Gentle Reader(s), while spending the majority of his time in La Ciudad Real de la Santa Fe de San Francisco de Asis Your Humble Narrator regularly travels to Ink South in New Orleans and, alternatively, to Ink North in Wisconsin to see Inky Mum and to commune with nature of the northern woodlands variety. Ink North is located just outside of the lovely town of Sheboygan, which is about 50 miles north of Milwaukee on the western shore of Lake Michigan. The paleface history of Sheboygan dates back to the 1780s and the town was incorporated in 1846, probably to the chagrin of the Potawatomi, Menominee, Chippewa and other native tribes that originally called the region home. It currently has a population of about 50,000 souls and just south of the city limits is the town of Wilson wherein there is to be found a lovely, densely wooded neighborhood known as Black River.