1985: Jeff at age 6
My friend Jeff in North Carolina turns 20 today. That’s the age he’s giving. Who am I to argue? I’ve only known him since 1980, so I can’t really say for sure. A big old “happy birthday” anyhow, despite the fact that Jeff opted to pass the milestone in Myrtle Beach rather than San Francisco.
So I’m working my butt off this weekand finding very little time to do much with the site.
For those who are following closely, I have finally moved all the relevant phone lines and moved my office into its new home (thanks to Dan for the assist). Aside from the fact that I can now avoid working by looking out the big bay window, I can also hear it when the trash truck comes.
Ooops.
Having just returned from running my trash downstairs in my bathrobe, I’ll continue babbling about nothing now. OK…maybe I’ll babble about the cute garabage man who let me throw the bag into the truck all by myself. He smiled at me. Awww…
Mistake of the week: frozen chopped collards. Fear them.
Disappointment of the week: no flowers on Secretaries Day.
Frightening sight of the week: the phone tree in my basement as I tried to figure out what line went where.
