I'm baaaaaack!!!!!!!!

155 miles to Indy to drop at terminal, then off to points unknown. The adventure continues....

Our plan is gradually taking shape, as we are two weeks ahead of schedule on our bills. Soon we will be a month ahead and will begin the cascade to get out of debt within 24 months (maniacal laugh).

 

Yeah, looks like I'm gonna have to if I want that kind of cane. Tried to find a Bubba Stick but those have apparently disappeared too. Lady at Love's said canes are getting wussified (lightweight aluminum, collapsible) because they could be used as weapons. That's exactly why I want one! I don't want a firearm (not against guns, just don't personally like them) and I'm not allowed to carry anything around that's patently a weapon. Nobody questions a cane, although some will squawk if you have a walking stick. I've been mugged twice in ten years, and I can gentle a man down pretty quick by putting the tip of a cane into his Adam's apple from four feet away (I've got long legs and arms, and I can connect with a lunge from the next county). Tire thumpers make good batons but are close range tools. I'm getting too old to grapple.

 

Hrmmm...perhaps...my...Kung Foo...has...gown weak. (Cue musical training montage with the town drunk)

 

Maybe if I were more of an Anglophile...actually a gentleman just turned me on to the Bubbastik.com Web site where you can design your cane (choose wood, handle material, tassels, tip design, more).

 

Where do you find a gentleman's shop these days? I can't even find a decent haberdashery.

 

Well, that's breakfast--been nice talkin' atcha but I gotta run!

 

Lunch at a little Mexican eatery in Indy, then...um, no load yet. Dispatch says it's kind of a slow day so he pushed my available time out to 1300 when I told him we needed lunch and said, "Scram. Check with me in a couple hours."

No load when we left for lunch doesn't mean there won't be one when we get back. Fortunately, I never start my day without my Bat Anti Load Waiting Spray. So I don't sit around waiting for a load.

Screw you, that was funny.