My driver on the 11 coming home Wednesday got a ticket from a Sheriff’s Deputy on a motorcycle. Different one on the bus.
Thursday: I teased Bruce about his bicycle accident. A major person in this town, Jim Click, had his accident all over the media. I told Bruce he wasn’t gonna make that. Bruce was just doing it as an experiment, so he doesn’t need to throw himself under a bus.
Coming home, James and I laughed about the foibles of Herman Cain and the Republican primaries. Christina, a hotel maid named May told stories.
Saturday morning, the mother with two young boys, who tried to pick me up on the number three bus. On to the next week.