Somebody Got The Boot

The parking meter had no time on it but I expect that's to be expected.

Good Deed For The Day

Riding home from work, I was passing by the Gonzaga campus when I saw a wallet lying in the street. I took it to a nearby C.O.P.S. shop but it was closed. Any other day there are three police cars parked outside it. So I rifled through the wallet to see who it belonged to. 

Inside were the owner's drivers license, social security card, and a number of important documents and cards. I learned he lived about a block away from my mom so I rode to his house. He wasn't home so I left my name and number. He called me later on in the evening and I delivered his wallet to him. He was very grateful and apologized for not being able to afford a reward. Not that I would accept one anyway.

I'm Gonna Die...Someday

While reading the Bangor Daily News I saw a headline about a calculator that will tell you how much longer you have to live--based on federal statistics. Well, what the heck. Might as well find out, right?

The initial estimate was not that great. Fortunately, I'm not Dick Cheney nor am I a fan of his One Percent Doctrine.

But farther down the article there was a more specific calculator that factored in how much you drive and exercise.

I always aim for being above average so look for me to be the centenarian at the home who places phone orders in to the marijuana store. "First floor. Third window from the north end, okay? What? Yeah, I know. Cash only. And hurry up. I got some ladies waiting."

A Walk In The Woods

Since Kathy can no longer run the long distances like she used to, thanks to arthritis in her knees, we've been doing more low impact stuff together. On Saturday we enjoyed a hike in the Deep Creek area at Riverside State Park.

Saved from the obligatory selfie by another hiker.

Hipster Slice Dude

Paul Turner has been doing a selfies with friends series on his blog and was kind enough to include me. I asked that we include our bicycles. As his readers know, he'd just been through a rather harrowing experience. He needed a little more time to recover before riding his bike to work. I'm happy to see he's back in the saddle. I gave him a Spokane bike cap and here he is modeling it with his best hipster pose. Paul is a good sport. And a good man.

River City Roots Festival

While visiting Steph in Missoula last weekend we caught part of the festival going on downtown. A group call The Whizpops was performing. They compose and play songs geared towards children, hence the little "groupies" up front. The Whizpops were fun and the kids were really enjoying them. The bored security guy was a hoot because he'd walk back and forth and tell the kids to get down off the barrier. As you can see, the crush up front was practically unmanageable.

 Hey, get down from there.

 Baby butt crack.

They make it sound so...sweet.

Sqeezed lemonade is the best.