I'm Not A Real Cyclist, But I Play One On TV
At the store late last night to get some much-needed supplies (half and half for coffee, beer, fruit roll-ups) since our family is away from home this week, I was wearing my new souvenir TdF shirt (thanks, Parisian Mom!). The checkout girl, in her best high school French, said, "Ooo, Tour da Frahnce? Were you in that?" Clearly she knows nothing of pro cycling. I replied with a polite laugh and a "No," then she said, "Maybe someday?" A guy can dream, can't he? It's little things like that that make a guy's day.


Despite appearances, we are not on vacation, I assure you.

Oh, and today my little brother gets older. He's still a cute little fella, though. I wonder if he's opened his super special gift yet? I'm being serious. It's really nice. And real. He better get it framed.