It was a cold one last night. It still is. I have so much cardboard wedged in front of my radiator and my truck still didn’t warm up very fast. It handles like a sled on the ice.
Wayne and I went to Old Chicago and signed him up for the tour. We started with something that tasted like it had been made from pine needles. In a blender.
I had an absolute blast last night heckling the Jackson Taylor Band. Boland put on one hell of a show. Maybe I should go to rehab for a while.