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Are you familiar with the country song by Suzy Bogguss called “Letting Go”? It’s a drippy song about a child moving out and the parents letting go. This post is nothing like that touching song.

This is about Andrew coming up with an idea for moving out. He just let his parents in on this idea last week. He wants to buy an old cargo van and live in it on the street. Not quite homeless but almost.

I think that I showed great restraint when he presented this plan. I am showing great restraint as I write this.

He has researched this on the web. He says he can get a gym membership for a place to shower. He will live on non-perishable dry goods and eat out.

I told him that we should put this out as a poll so his siblings and family and friends could weigh in.

So go ahead, leave a comment and vote.

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This is the cat Tigger.  He insists on getting water from the tap with the water running fresh.   This really isn’t so annoying. 

What is aggravating is that sometimes he insists on drinking from the upstairs bathroom sink.  He finishes there and then immediately wants to drink from the bathroom in the basement.

What is up with that?

Enjoy your Friday Foto Fiesta.  And soon I hope to be getting back to some more regular bicycling posts.

Recently the Mother of my children, Nancy, visited my kitchen. While there she needed a paper towel and commented that I had some strange paper towels for a man.

These towels were decorated with domestic divas relaxing on couches with sayings like “Happiness is a good hair day”. The border is lined with words like happiness, hugs, love etc.

I don’t often use paper towels. I try to use regular cloth rags or towels when ever I can. These particular paper towels have been sitting there for a few months and I have never noticed the motif. Which is precisely why these are the type of paper towels a man would have.

For a man paper towels are for wiping spills and cleaning. He could care less about what is on them. He goes to the store, finds paper towels and puts them in the basket. End of shopping. Very simple very easy. It’s function over form when it comes to paper towels.

My life was very simple when it came to paper towels before Nancy had to comment. Now she is messing with my head by way of paper towels.

This post is really just a way to get a mass message out to my family.  The message of course is really good for anyone so feel free to read.

You may not read all the links in my blogroll.  I don’t even read all of them every day.  But today you should go read fatcyclist.  Read the posts from 10/28 and 10/29 in the order they were written.

There is some good food for thought and action there. 

I forewarn you that these are emotionally powerful posts.

This weekend I went to the Baltimore Inner Harbor to attend a wedding. When I got there I discovered I  had forgotten to bring casual clothes. I went to the Gallery Mall to see what I could find. Of course there is nothing cheap there. I ended up in a Levi Store. A very nice young man helped me out.(Does saying “very nice young man” make me an old geezer?)

I got some jeans and a shirt. It wasn’t cheap but better than Brooks Brothers.

But here is the strange part. I go into a dressing room to try on the jeans. The dressing room doesn’t have a hook or hanger or anything. There isn’t a stool or bench. Just four square walls and the floor. You have to put your clothes on floor. It’s crazy!

I was staying at the Hyatt. This was not cheap. The bathroom didn’t have towel racks or hooks of any kind. They didn’t have any of those luggage stands for you to put your suitcase on. What’s up in Baltimore?

They charged for everything.

Check out this sign in the room refrigerator.

Guest’s convenience my ass!

And of course before seeing the sign Ammon pulled some sodas out to make room for his doggie bag from The Cheesecake Factory.  At settlement I had 3 $5.00 sodas on the bill.  They kindly took the charges off. I bet they get a lot of that.

But we had fun.  During the non-wedding time Andrew, Ammon and I visited the inner harbor and took a tour of the The Torsk submarine and the USS Constellation sailing ship. The sailing ship was the last sailing ship to be used by the U.S. Navy.

Ammon and Andrew take control of the sub.

It’s a lot more cramped on a sub than it looks like in the Hollywood movies.

The Captain’s quarters on a sailing ship were pretty darn nice.  He is the only person on the ship with his own latrine.  The rest, including other officers, just had to let it all hang out over the front of the ship.  Hence the term the “head”.

Me taking charge in the Captain’s digs.

I learned a few things.  Officers are required to provide their own food on the ship. And the captain is required to entertain other officers.

It was a fun trip.  I would like to go there again.