My spouse and I completed our chores at the mother-in-law’s place in Pittsburgh, and headed back on the 250-mile trek to our home in Maryland.
When nature called, we stopped at a rest stop on the Turnpike.
When you enter the building, there is a Starsucks on the left and bathrooms on the right. Waiting in line for Starsucks were the “usual suspects,” millennials starting at smartphones, wearing shorts and flip-flops. Wearing denim jeans and brown Chippewa harness boots, I don’t fit that kind of crowd; I turned right and headed into the bathroom and into a toilet stall.
You quite never know what you will hear while using the toilet at a rest stop, but the subject of this post is exactly what I overheard when two guys who entered the bathroom about the same time that I did…
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I received an email the other day after a young man found my
In closing my staycation this year, I continued my service as a judge for a motorcycle police riding competition, otherwise known as a “motorcycle police rodeo.”
I am pleased to present updated riding gear that I received (or purchased for myself) to celebrate having healed my injuries from the motorcycle crash on 31 May and getting back on my Harley.