Yes, I have not driven into oblivion on my scooter (please don’t that be a jinxing remark) and, yes, I am here instead of on our balcony in Fairborn watching the B-25’s land behind the Air Force Museum. The only good thing about it is that Sydney is not at the kennel and is, as I type, at the fairgrounds with Der Bingle,
Well, I’m going to write no more at this time because I know myself; I know I want to be sarcastic . . . so later. (I am literally gritting my teeth – I just realized it.)
Sarcasm, the nectar of communication. (doesn’t really work, but it’s the best I could come up with at this short notice)