Overheard this the other day, and it just struck me as funny (quite possibly to me and no other sentient being), that in a store, nay, fortress of plenty, that he hit upon its one shortcoming. I can only imagine he might need them for (what else) barbecuing while vanquishing dragons.
Sorry, bit of a poopy theme these days. What can I say? Pooping is the great leveller, as they say. Okay, no one says that but, other than the queen, everyone poops. Colonoscopys are not a picnic but they DO save lives. Get one done if you’re of a certain age, 45 or better.
My brother in law opened his garage recently and showed me this! Sort of a gift for himself, for living half a century or so. Even in my profound ignorance of all things mechanical recognized that this was something cool.
He needed lessons since he’d never driven anything with less than 4 wheels! (Bicycles don’t count.) After the crash course, he is out on the road with this machine, but only if there is no sign of rain in the five-day outlook. Given that we live in Vancouver, he will have a very small window of riding indeed!
I’m so proud of my brother in law, who suffered a mild heart attack earlier this year. He decided not to let it define him and indulged a long standing desire: Way to go, Ken!
A baby Staffordshire? I could be wrong. I spied him on my sea wall run along False Creek in Vancouver. He could barely walk since he only had a nodding acquaintance with his legs, not unlike Theatre Row in our city after 2am.
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