The great ÷’er
My new name for the won. Doesn’t seem like he can do much else.
featured mathew 10:14. Could not have come at a more appropriate time for me; when people don’t listen to reason, and prefer to cling to their own preconceived notions, there is nothing you can do but pray for them- and shake the dust from your sandals as you leave them behind you.
I’m trying to prune the sidebar of dead blogs and fix the tooltips- if you hover over them they all have some commment or another. If I have inadvertently deleted your blog and you’re still active, by all means email me at mhardig at aol dot com and I’ll try to rectify. Also, if you read here and have a blog that is active and isn’t listed, shoot me a mail as well.
Sixty or maybe eighty miles prior to the dunk tank, I saw a guy travelling- apparently, cross country- on a pennyfarthing. It was, as far as I can remember- county road 28 between Danville and Rt 63. He was suited up and had a backpack on and all that shit. I assume it’s because he was planning a trip of some distance. Wish there had been a safe place for me to pull over and take a picture.