Recently a friend of mine reminded me of the black leather pants I wore to a Motley Crue concert three kids ago.  Just for haha’s, I pulled them out of the back of my closet and tried them on.  I am pleased to announce I am wearing them as we speak!

Incidentally, does anyone have a crowbar, wire cutter, sandblaster and/or electric chainsaw I can borrow?  Please, no questions.

Call it a coincidence, but driving along this time of year I always notice an increase in wild turkey crossings. Today it occurred to me that perhaps they’re not wild at all—rather, they are a band of local farm turkey refugees. I was contemplating a phone call to Flamig Farm, but let’s face it: as much as we all love gobbling down those Thanksgiving turkeys, we’re still rooting for them at the same time.