Folks, I know there is a reason work is called work. If it was meant to be fun all the time, it would be called fun, or Disneyland, or maybe even beer. But nope, its called work because sometimes it just aint fun. Today was one of the worst of those days. Continue reading “This was a hard day…”
So, as we all know by now, my bike was stolen a little over a week ago. Seems MUCH longer ago than that, but a week ago today, Michelle and I came home from our whirlwind trip to Oregon with the new bike on the bike rack.
For the record, each and every day at work I have gone on a walkabout into Seattle looking for my bike. Now it could be the dirtbag is purposely not showing himself because he thinks I am doing just that. Or he has (as my favorite cowboy author Louis L’amour would say) Lit a Shuck and has pedaled out of town. Shoot by now he could be in California. I’m thinking he aint that smart, and one day I sill spot him…. Continue reading “Rumors!”