ALERT: Expenses are now completed.
I am: tremendously amused to realize that the crappy electric guitar I bought in 1985 is now in the same collection of musical instruments as Anton LaVey’s Hammond B3. Beat that.
My wife just called me to tell me our friend Michelle’s novel is available for sale in the Hobby Airport bookstore. Cool.
We are very sad to report that “Steak Earnhardt” here at Daytona’s Hyde Park restaurant does not involve a mangled, burning steak emblazoned with countless logos.
Hey Look! Tumbles!