That's my nephew Corey and his sisters Amber and Amy in September of 1992. Corey was fifteen months old when that picture was taken and he turned fourteen in June 2005. I have no idea what to tell him when he shows up in a few years.
Been working in front of the PC all day, doing mostly OFFL stuff, but that got boring and Dollar was calling. Took a look at the stinking bike computer, but wasn't too hopeful at the beginning. Back in the day when GWB was failing classes at Yale, I tried to assemble something furniture-like for my brand new Bride. Being about as mechanically inclined as a Pushmi-Pullyu, I did the "they want a flat screw there and not a bolt?" thing. From that point forward, the Bride did the furniture assembling in the house. Nevertheless, I figured out what was wrong with the bike computer. Yay, team.
Another long ride down Curry, left on Koontz, left on Carson, down Frontage, right on Colorado, and left on Utah. Soaked in the spa at the gym. Up Fairview, left on Williams, right on State. Up the Long Street hill to Roop, down Winnie, left on Mountain. It was the longest total time on Dollar and my butt hurts. I'm taking tomorrow off and let everything settle back on the flab where it belongs.
Had my first dog last week and had my first angry driver today. Saliman is down to two lanes for road construction, so while I was riding along the barriers, some folks yelled at me, "This ain't a bike path!" Since the riding space was limited, there wasn't much either of us could do.
Moving on...
Just did a quick calculation: the Bride and I've been married 279 months today. If an average month is 30 days, then we've been married:
- 1,196 weeks
- 8,370 days
- 200,880 hours
- 12,052,800 minutes
- 723,168,000 seconds
Which means we'll hit a billion seconds in about seven years.
Jerry Rice retired. There are those who prefer their sports heroes retire at the top or near the top of their game. My thought: unless they got a really good back-ended contract like Steve Young or have the name recognition of Michael Jordan, let them keep reaching for those big paychecks and loud crowds for as long as possible. Who does it really hurt? Jerry's a first-ballot HOFer, even if he retired 10 years ago. Folks who say aging athletes are shaming themselves need to refocus their energy on the athletes that really do dishonor their respective sports: drug users.
In case it missed your attention, Supreme Court nominee Judge John Roberts is 50 years old. William Rehnquist was eighty when he passed on, so we could be talking about one of the longest Chief Justice tenures in history if Judge Roberts is confirmed (and he will be). At least the new CJ won't be Associate Justices Scalia or Thomas. The church-state separation thing would have had to find a new country.
A more personal perspective: Judge Roberts is six years older than me. It's possible with medical science advancing as it is, this Chief Justice could outlive me. Probably not, though, since I had grandparents on both sides that lived into their nineties, but it is a sobering thought.
Does this happen to you? I take a liking or a hating to a movie or something, and it's generally the polar opposite of someone in my family or workcenter, and they take it personally and get huffy. Folks, grasp this concept: I gave an opinion on something that was created by artists and millionaires outside of your control or influence. I wasn't attacking you in any way or even hinting that your opinion was more or less important than mine. My tastes were groomed by decades of crappy television, disco music, Stephen Donaldson books, and a hate for Jerry Bruckheimer history-revisionist movies. For twenty seconds, please stopping taking every little statement I make so damn personally.
Whew. I feel better. ;-)
Distance: 9.90 miles
Time: 00:56:41 minutes
43 Days Until the USN
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