* Vod recites the Mr T prayer
Oh Baracus, who was in ‘Nam, Mr. T be thy name. Thy van will come with Face and Hannibal, on Earth as it is on TV-Land.
Give us this day, our daily milk, and pity us fools, as we pity the fools who cross us.
Lead us not into airplanes, and deliver us from Murdock. For thine is the Mohawk and the Van, and the Gold Chains, forever, or at least until the mid-80’s. Amen.
So, there is no reason for me to not post here. Yeeaaaah.
Well, I went back to Boston for a visit. That went well. Or well enough. There were somethings that were said and did that reaffirmed my belief that my cross-country move was the right idea. But I had the chance to catch up with my former co-worker, PB, as well as see Carrie Patch. We had some good times at the beach house and I’m glad I had the chance to see my grams.
In my head I had a much larger and more exciting post, but in retrospect, there is no need to really put it all out there. I think there is going to be a mini-hibernation of a few weeks. Sorry.