President-Elect Obama
Here’s the tweet I just posted on Twitter: Wow. Just wow. Still waiting to hear about Franken in MN, Stevens in AK, some local results for AZ, but . . . wow! I’m proud to be an American tonight.
Choosing Day
That’s what Walt Whitman called it, and I like it. It has a small-town feel to it, and makes you feel as if your vote counts. Donna and I chose early by mail-in ballot; I hope everyone reading this chose as well. Whichever way you voted, you made history today. But back to choosing day, […]
Saturday Night Photoblogging
A few photos from last night’s birthday/retirement party.
I Am Not the Retiring Type
. . . and yet, today, I retired. Turned in my keys, line badge, cell phone, final time card. Said farewell to my co-workers. Gathered up the few personal items I had there and put them in my car. Drove away and didn’t look back. Nothing stands between me and the yawning abyss we euphemistically […]
Birthday Message from the Chairman
I am truly humbled. Once a year, millions of children dress up and take to the streets in celebration of my birthday. This is that special day. And to the children of America, I say this: together we can win! Or at least eat so much candy we puke.
Sunday Notes
Dropping ballast in anticipation of retirement: satellite radio. Talk about not living up to promises. When I listen to Sirius today, not only do I hear the exact same playlists of songs I heard five years ago (particularly on the Blues Channel, my one-time favorite), I hear commercials. Yeah, terrestrial radio is ten times worse, […]
Sunday Is a Project Day
Project # 1: mount pegboard to the wall in Donna’s sewing room. Done. Project # 2: sign up for Twitter, invite a few friends to join, piss off same. Done. Project # 3: vote by early mail-in ballot. Done. Project # 4: print a map for our friend Rudy, who’s driving to Patagonia today. Done. […]
Street Corner Truckometer
Until a few months ago, our local Ford dealer was all about trucks. He kept several on display on a raised semicircular platform out front where passing drivers could see them. Not the regular F-150 pickups you and I might buy; but the huge F-250s and F-350s ranchers, horse breeders, and NASCAR fans favor. Then […]