Dear Chico, I miss you. Please come home. The last few days with Captain America have opened my eyes. Despite his name, he is no kinda superhero. He has manual door locks and windows. When I look up, I see not blue sky, but grey flannel. His side panels rattle when I crank the bass on the radio. When I ...
Well, howdy. I was at the Y the other day (so many of my paragraphs begin as such, I know), and I saw on the tele-box the footage of Castro taking a fall. It was followed by a comment from the Bush administration: a reporter asked if he wished Fidel a speedy recovery, and the response was negative, followed by ...
OKOKI’mrushing! I’m tired but I have a lot to tell you! And you care, I know you do. Please say you do. Please? Yesterday felt like about three days in one. I did a lot, and the highlight was my DIY brake job. Pardon me while I take some proud-time. I’m really happy about it. Having done my own brakes, ...
Dude, I am so tired. Therefore, bullets. Square ones. That’s how tired I am. Scotty and I are doing a photo project this week. One hundred of the most digital images you’ll ever see. Go now! I’ve been much happier since I turned my life over to Quicken. Personal finance is hot. Tonight I experienced the hardest fitness class of ...