Hi Kiddo. Glad you enjoyed the little excursion. Sorry you had to miss most of it though as you had your eyes shut most of the time. I’m going to have to renforce the floorboards on your side of the car though. You’re starting to wear a hole in it.

I really fail to understand why you have such a problem with winding roads. I mean it’s not like I fly along them the way I do on a straight strech of highway. I do have to slow down a little bit to make the turn. There is a limit to the amount of Gs I can take plus it’s not easy to make an opportunity corner with bucket seats. Anyway were too old for that kind of stuff anyway. Well I am anyway.

As for someone doing something that they say can do is highly unlikely. Being as how they are “megalomania” they can’t do anything that will make them appear to be less then what they are. I mean they talk up a great storm about what they can do, or are supposed to be able to do, but when it comes down to doing what they say they can do, forget it. They aren’t about to do anything that will appear to make them less then what they say they are. Anyway I kind of enjoy posts. Offers good comic relief. They say laugher is the best medicine. I wonder if you can overdose on laughter? I hope not or I’m going to be in a lot of trouble.

You know the house you’re living in now is around 50 years old. I mean sooner or later old age takes its toll. The other thing to remember to is that you are around a mile from the Rodgers Creek Fault. It’s not like you’re sitting on top of it, but for all purposes and intent you might was well be. You remember the crack in the wall above the window at the house in Petaluma. You patched it then repainted it only to have the crack reappear about a month later. The crack in the floor in garage was a beauty, but it cannot even begin to compare to the one in the garage of the place you’re living at now. That one has got to be at least an inch wide, or more at the widest point.

Why is it that I knew that when you moved to the place you’re in now it was going to mean work for me? Work is word that I do not allow into my vocabulary. I retired in 1996. You know what retire means? It means no work. My Explorer is almost 12 years old now and it has a lot of miles on it. Of course those miles haven’t been rough miles. Well not most of them anyway.

Speaking of driving which by the way means that I have varied driving skills not only leaned in the U.S. but in Japan, Russia, Germany, England, Australia, Thailand, Laos, Korea, and Vietnam plus a few others which I won’t list here. Talk about putting ones life on the line. When you drive in Japan you are literally doing just that. Take Care…Don in creepy town