People are strange, when you're a stranger . . . - August 31st, 2006
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...|
(Returning the teapot to its regularly-scheduled service...)
Quote of the day, from a post by dsgood
"Hubris is stealing the fire of the gods. Chutzpah is offering to sell it back."
Thursday no-roadkill report|
No raccoon burgers, skunk bouquets, or muskrat pancakes on today's bike ride. As noted previously, this is not a bad thing.
Beautiful early-autumn day today, with blue sky and temperatures in the 60s F. And wind, but that's just the black-fly bite the gods throw in to remind us of mortality when New England gets too paradisaical.
We now approach Labor Day Weekend and the annual rite of thumbing noses at the departing tourists. Not that we don't appreciate the dollars they leave behind, but we can't afford to build 12-month infrastructure to meet a 3-month season load.
15.27 miles, 1:04:20
1206 miles on the odometer for the year, over 300 added in August
The Nice Agent Lady has decided to add "The characterizations are quite vivid, and the central conceit solid..." to my quote sheet.
Hey, if Kirkus leaves that kind of opening, serves 'em right if we take it.