Oh no! Oogabooga. He’s read Ayn Rand. And Hayek. And Friedman. Get the pitch forks and torches!
Next thing you know he’ll be pushing ideas like Freedom & Personal Liberty. Ewww, that is so yesterday.
Then again, he is nominally a Republican. Supposedly exhibiting little overlap with cranky Ron Paulism.
Too bad if you ask me.
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Presently watching — actually not watching — Antiques Roadshow with the Happy Wife. She can watch this show for hours. I don’t know. Oh, sure, occasionally I’ll look up and find myself as surprised as the object owner, who’s just been told that the piece of pottery she snatched from the dumpster years ago is now worth, at auction, $25K. Mostly, though, I find the hour-long show a tad tedious. But you know the proverb: Happy Wife, Happy Life.
Summer has finally arrived. A little late this year but no less welcome. Mid 70’s, sunny, and windless. Sunday I cycled with a few guys to Independence Mine near Hatcher Pass. Reminded me of how few big climbs my quads have done this year. Like none, until yesterday. After a brisk pace line over the first ten miles the climbing commenced. This involved a couple thousand feet (or more) of up, over about ten miles (or less), including grades >12%. Ouch. Near the top we stopped in at the A-frame for lunch. Everyone ordered soup, so so did I. The bowl of Four Cheese (w/bread) was decent. After that we enjoyed a 40+ mph descent, followed by a spirited pace line back to Palmer, where we started the ride. ~50 miles round trip. Nice.
Back at home, Happy Wife suggested Ginger for date night. I had the Mee Krob and an icy gin martini. Okay, two.
