Cuffed

The girl and I threw a little shin-dig last night. It was hotter than the hinges of Hell, but the company, music and food were all top-notch. Sans the heat and a quick storm that blew through about an hour before the ceremony, everythin' went off without a hitch. The girl did a fantastic job of plannin' and preparin', and a good time was had by all. It took me a little while to figure out I had a keeper on my hands, but it was well worth the wait. I'm proud to now call her my wife.

Picture courtesy of my old friend James, who is a consummate gentleman and a master of his craft.

Worth sharing

I've cut down on my social media intake and output considerably over the last year, and have never done a damn thing on Twatter, but I figgered this screenshot I stumbled upon was worth sharing.

Sometimes it'd be nice if logic would prevail in the political world....

Camp Needanap

As in year's past, I'm workin' at Gettysburg Bike Week. And, since I'm lazy, I decided to just set up shop down at the farm rather than drive the 25 miles home every night, then turn right around and head back in the mornin'.

So, once again I've set up Camp Needanap. The scenery's nice, and the five minute commute is a helluva lot nicer. It'll do just fine for this ol' boy.