| 01-09-2007 T u e s d a y , J a n u a r y 9 , 2 0 0 7 For the first time in what seems a very long time, i got up this past Sunday morning with an old familiar feeling. The NEED to go for a ride. Of course I always like riding, but sometimes you just get so filled with the all encompassing fever of having to get out there. 
Is it a mere coincidence that the Husband Bench is situated in front of a fire hydrant? If they really wanted to be helpful to the guys, they might want to add a "Purse Hook" on that wall right behind the bench. Voila! Nirvana. 
How many times can i say i have passed this little windmill without ever noticing it? A hundred? A million? Sometimes beautiful little things are right under our noses, overlooked and unappreciated. 
I wait in calm waters for the tide to sweep in. 
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