First off, I got a voice mail from the bastard (A.K.A. The Bastard on the Go), earlier today. He was on his way through Virginia via I 95 and wanted you all to know that he saw a pick-up carrying a large group of Mexicans as it's payload. Not unusual to see a pick-up full of mexicans, but he noticed a for sale sign on them. Were the mexicans for sale, and if so, isn't that the most hilarious thing you've ever heard, or the saddest.
As for this weekend, I fell off the wagon and smoked far more cigarettes than I had planned, but I think the enormity of beer that I consumed had something to do with it. I'm back on track today though. Yea me! And the short ribs were delicious.
And to answer a question that was poted to m; "What is a sheave?" Well, I don't know, you'd have to ask Burl Ives, I'm sure he'd know, but Merlin Olsen may have some sort of clue if you can't get in touch with ole Burl.