Woke up Saturday morning to find all the snow shoveled from my walk and porch, and my car scraped free of ice. I have a suspect in mind, but if they want to be anonymous, so be it.
You're still a bachelor, right Rande? Just do like I used to in my twenties and wash em in the back yard with a garden hose. For the full effect you need to be in a bathrobe and smoking a pipe. My neighbors adored me.
I like this thread.
Sorry I missed it the first time around. I've got some strong feelings on the topic, but I'm not sure they add much. I'll think about it.
Yes, I listen to music.
I feel a rant coming on. Or at least a story about Keely Smith and my Mall Stick.
This post reminds me of my favorite local Irish folk band, "Whiskey Before Breakfast". Certain members created a drink called the Sinn Feinn which is now well known in a few K-Town bars; equal parts Jameson's and Kaluha.
Tequila leads to all sorts of highly dangerous behavior. Once, in my early twenties, I showed up 45 minutes late for a date, with another woman on my arm. That didn't pan out nearly as well as the tequila told me it would.