Tomorrow’s the big day: I’ll place all of my worldly possessions into a 14-foot UHaul (let’s hope to God they all fit) and haul them 25 miles north from rural Northfield to the bustling suburbs. So, once again I will be paying rent — whereas I have NOT been paying rent for the past three years — and once again I will be communting 50 miles a day — whereas I have NOT been commuting for the past three years. Is something wrong with this picture?
Last weekend Roger, I, his brother and friends packed up other worldly possessions and headed out to the Winstock Country Music Festival in Winsted, Minn. Not a big country music fan, I am, but instead was content to sit in the sun, nursing a beer or two, and enjoy a fairly relaxing weekend. Pictures are forthcoming; right now they’re stuck on my computer at home, which sits disassembled on my living room floor to be plugged in again only heaven knows when. The most exciting part of the weekend: the porta-potty fire. Three Biffies aflame with only a few charred toilet paper rolls as evidence they were ever there.
Test drove the new Jeep Liberty last week. Nice ride. Is it time for a new car?
It’s Father’s Day on Sunday. Wish your daddy a happy one.
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