Twenty-four hours from now as I type this, Peggy and I will be on a flight to California. Her brother Dave is getting married on Saturday in Mendota, and after we attend the wedding, we'll be spending most of a week in Monterey. Because the overall wiredness of the world is so much greater than it was just a few years ago, I don't expect to really be off the grid for any significant amount of time, and I suspect that had I not said anything none of you would even have noticed. But I figured I should let everyone know anyway.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.