a few posts back, I declared my gratitude for a tv sports-free home. I guess every spouse has to endure some sort of interest that they themselves aren't that enthusiastic about. case in point: I spent a lovely saturday driving the virginia countryside in search of foamhenge. yes, that's right: foamhenge. ken had seen an obscure article about this full-size replica of stonehenge a few months back and we set out to find it. there it was, perched on a hill in all its glory. it was actually pretty cool. points scored.