Friday the 13th.... let's try not to think about that, shall we? So far, my luck's all been good - the Freightliner on our ass as we went through the road construction at White Bridge Road this morning did not plow into us, although his brakes took a beating. There aren't many sounds more frightening than the sound of a semi trying desperately to stop - unless you count the sickening crunch that sometimes follows. The servers and/or their various applications did not die this morning, but the day is young. It's cool outside, there's football tomorrow, and I can sleep late in the morning if I want to. Life is good.
Like a bad penny.... We used to scuba dive as our hobby, a hobby which eventually led to the procurement/construction of a small dive trailer to haul four sets of gear and four cylinders. It was a simple but elegant design - a box on a single axle frame, with the beginnings of a mural painted on both sides, and dive flags at either end. The kids had helped paint it, with Stephen taking special pains with the sharks. When we moved to Nashville, we sold it. We didn't dive as often, and we had no place to store it. Nearly ten years have passed since that October in '99 when we came up here, and I hadn't thought much about the trailer. I thought I had seen it the last time we went to Greenfield, but I wasn't sure. Then Saturday my mother-in-law called to say the neighbor across the street had our trailer for sale. The neighbor was asking a certain price, and we offered a little less. She called back later to say it was ours for the picking up. Sunday we made the trip to fet...
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