My, my, my...

There's a Kenny Chesney song that I heard recently that sums up this afternoon.

I don't know many of the words, but what I do know is "My, my, my, my key lime pie."

I made two for our monthly Design and Dessert sessions where we talk about page design.

We'll see how long it lasts in The Star's newsroom. An hour after cutting, one entire pie and half of another is gone.

And if anyone is wondering, real key lime pie (like mine) is not supposed to be green.

Something is amiss

Something is amiss with the thermometers at banks around Shelby.

At 7 p.m., one bank's sign on Lafayette Street read 100 degrees.

Less than 5 minutes later, another on DeKalb read 93.

What's up with that? Both were equally in the sun, so I know shadows didn't play a part.