Ample bike parking tonight at the Lager House...where the hell is everybody? Oh, that's right, they are all sane and riding in heated automobiles. Tipsy joined me for a couple cold ones and then scooted off home. Closer to midnight I rolled out of downtown for the hills - the thermometer read 35 degrees when I got home. Rosemary's electrical system died in the driveway, possibly a toasted coil or generator...her way of saying "bring me into your living room for the winter."
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the mercury hit 81 today, you don't need an invitation just come on down to South Florida. Tim&Barb
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