Someone we know is picking up a Harley Davidson motorcycle on Saturday.  It’s not me.  Someone in the 200/02 zip code.

I like demolition now.  Maybe because it’s almost done.  I can see the light at the end of the finish line.  Yesterday I began opening a wall and down low there was a metalic-looking curved thing.  I thought, that must be some kind of weird curved duct.  What is that.  It was the corner of a bathtub.  Uh… Duh.