Bushings replaced, one bearing redone, and the steering on the Road Rhino is no longer as questionable as Obama’s birthplace.

Rabbit trail time … as I was writing the title of this post, I remembered an English teacher in ninth grade, at Greenhills High School, had us keep writing journals. I have no idea where mine ended up. I do remember that on the first page, on the first line, we had to make this entry:

a______________________________________________________lot

to help us remember that they are, in fact, two separate and distinct words. I cannot, for the life of me, remember the name of that teacher. She was a very good teacher, and it was my loss when the family moved from Greenhills to Palestine, Ohio, at least it appeared to be a loss at first. I had a couple of good Enlgish teachers at Tri-Village, the one I can remember is Greg Senf, who was also the drama coach. (surprise! i was in some plays in high school!) I also distinctly remember the art teacher, Dave Brown, and the science teacher, Lowell Storer. The summer after my junior year, I earned some money by painting houses with Dave Brown, and last I knew Lowell Storer was involved in a plane wreck and stopped teaching. Shame, really – he had an interesting style, and one that I was comfortable with. The summer after I graduated, I moved to Arizona. Greg Senf hitched a ride as far as Boulder, Colorado. I haven’t heard of him since. Interesting trip – I was driving my older brother’s F150, which he had left at the farm, loaded up with all kinds of stuff from the house. My two younger brothers went with me, and we ended up staying at LeaAnn and Mel’s house in Mountainaire. Dave drove down from Monterey (where he was stationed, and where I ended up for a while also) with some of his Army buddies to pick up the truck. Mom and Dad moved out, and took over the renting of the house that LeaAnn and Mel were in when Mel built a duplex just off NAU’s campus and moved into half of it. My brothers and I helped Mel that summer in his contracting business, and then on September 24th, 1980, I shipped out to boot camp in San Diego.

OK – enough remembering. It’s bedtime for this bonzo.

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So – the mechanic has the Road Rhino again, this time to see what the deal is with the lack of attention to the steering input. Not too bad, really, unless you are at highway speed and the highway curves. Then it gets a little touch-and-go, with half of your fight-or-flight center screaming like a little girl, while the other half is teeth-clenched pep-talking you through the curve.

Makes the morning commute a bit … interesting.

In other news, Japan is about to fall into the Pacific Ocean, opening a large, previously unknown underground cavern, releasing two very large and ancient enemies. Wow, that’s almost cheesy enough to be the plot of a whole series of bad sci-fi movies, isn’t it?

The new catalogs are in the mail, so there should be a slight uptick in customer traffic. Gotta love that coupon on the back cover!

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My, how time flies when you’re having fun.

The store move has been going well. Most of the heavy moving was accomplished the Sunday afternoon after the Bag Sale (speaking of which, manners! my goodness, that’s your kid you are modeling that behavior to!) with the help of a couple of young men from the area high school. (No, the whole store is not moving location, just fixtures within the store are being rearranged for a fresh look.) (hey, that’s two parenthetic asides in one paragraph – anyone know the record?)

Tuesday afternoon, the carpets were cleaned. Now, it’s just a case of rearranging stock and making room for the arrivals from the Toy Fair orders. Since I am closing in on the one year anniversary, I should start seeing the cycle start to repeat itself.

As an aside, I made a complete check of my files and whatnot (kind of a useless endeavor, after Bushwack already combed through the databases) and it appears that The O Word is none the worse for wear after the DDoS attack last week (h/t to Texas Fred).

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So, here it is 0315 in the morning and my acid reflux gagged me awake. Now, with the burning in the back of the throat, I can’t seem to fall back asleep.

Lest you think this is an untreated situation, I am on a good AR medicine; however, the pizza last night for dinner was probably not a good idea.

I think I may have to adjust a certain round staple off my dietary list.

Life without pizza. Bummer.

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