We’ve been at WJCT’s 50th anniversary gala, and I’ve been on my feet gripping and grinning for about 4 hours. As Jimmy Buffet once said … “My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, and I Don’t Love Jesus” …
My mother would be mortified to read that.
I wish I ‘d had my camera driving home from work this afternoon. A guy on a crotch rocket raced by me, and of course I wound up next to him at the next light. He was wearing baggy shorts … nylon kind of athletic things that are available at Wal-Mart’s everywhere. He was all crouched down over the handlebars of the motorcycle, and the waistband of the shorts was about half way down his butt … so his athletic-department gray underwear was on prominent display.
If that weren’t ridiculous enough … he wasn’t wearing a helmet, but was wearing a mask covering the lower half of his face … that was a skeleton face. It was about the most ludicrous thing I’ve seen in .. well … several weeks. I laughed out loud. He was trying so hard to be sooooo cool … and just looked stupid.
I know, I’m old, but I’m the guy that does the hiring.
Anyway, that’s about all you get tonight. I’ll try to write more tomorrow.