Birthdays, New Friends, and Broken Down Golf Carts

Midori may be expensive, but oh, she is my friend. The Broken Down Golf Cart needs her.

Happy Birthday to all you bloody people that have them this month. I can’t remember it all here in the haze of an early morning up on the mountain after a night of insanity and allergic reactions to Amy and Jeff’s catz.

And John, Welcome to Huntsville. You must come back for a return engagement, hopefully on a more permanent basis. Jobs can be found; the network is strong.

Heck, I’m being introspective, and the weekend’s not really half-over yet.

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