Hi. My name is John Cole. I used to write here occasionally. At any rate, I have spent the last 10 hours cleaning the house, finding beer bottles in increasingly bizarre places, but other than that, there were no homecoming disasters. We had a touch of collateral damage as a corner of one of my raised bed gardens was burnt down because we lit the flute for the charcoals there and didn’t notice we set the cedar on fire. Oh, well, with all the pine needles flying around a little ash won’t hurt.
The Steelers are now 0-4, and we have ruled out victories on two continents, so I’m proposing we play next week in Asia. What could go wrong?
In sad news, Steeler legend LC Greenwood, aka Hollywood Bags, who has been criminally denied entrance into the Hall of Fame and would be in there if he played for any other team, died at the age of 67.
I’m eating left over bbq, picking up strategically placed half drunk beer bottles all over my house (I found a full opened Yuengling in the cabinet next to the olive oil, vinegar, and curry powder), and just getting ready for the final Breaking Bad episode.