We needed tough lessons as children. An occasional playground fight was expected as the norm, and if we complained to our mother that we were being teased, we were treated to this glorious aphorism: “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.” My mom used to say that all the time, one of the seemingly endless adages she had at her disposal to deal with any of life’s problems. To this day I think long and hard about the practical application that dogma had on my life.
The idea that you could actually choose whether or not to be hurt by words: that was huge for me. Even though it has been repeated ad nauseam for generations, “sticks and stones” really is a powerful bit of philosophy to a kid. That’s one of the great things about being a parent: you can spout nothing but clichés, and yet, to your child, you come off as one of the great thinkers in Western culture.
–from MEAN DADS FOR A BETTER AMERICA, by Tom Shillue
(OK the last post seemed like it had no sound.) Here's the headline video- as I said it's just me thinking aloud about what would make me want to click on a headline when I'm scrolling...
I thought I might beat Michael to this post. Look at this video how often do you do this? I recorded all our entrances including Greg and then I went around the panel to show all the people who are on tonight- then I pressed the button to stop but I wasn’t taping (i do this a lot)
Thank you for reminding me. I wanted to talk about our post-show hangout in Memphis and here it is:
“Day 14”
Of the 2026 Cavalcade
2007 miles
“I'm baaaaaaaaack!
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm baaaaaaaaaaack!
I'm back in the saddle again”
We picked up the scoot around 17:45. The Svc Mgr texted me;
“It’s all done, but it’s hard getting it into neutral. We may have to keep it another day.
“It’s always been hard to get into neutral.” I responded
“Can you get here by 18:00?”
I could and did get there by 18:00.
We rode to Bodega bay, and picked up the Camper. Ricardo, the gentleman whom let us store it in his driveway had it blocked in with a car, so that nobody could mess with it. After we were able to find him, we tried to slip him $40.00 for letting us store it there but he refused.
We made the round trip back to Walnut Creek. Reloaded the trailer, and dropped the rental car off.
We then made the hour and a half ride to Half Moon Bay.
Except the last 7 miles took over an hour. So it was more like 2 1/2 hours. On one hill, I pulled off onto a shady pull off to let the scoot cool.
Not only...
