mmm… i have found a fine little diner called, “20th century restaurant.” great name, eh? Its 10min south on rt 15 from goshen. Its one of the best things about my friday evening milking job in milford.
i played “real” lacrosse today at one of those indoor soccer complexes. it was great, i still have it… even though i’m way out of shape and the air in those places tries your throat out. man… the memories. i haven’t put on that gear for over two years.
haha, maybe adcock and i will land some assistant coaching positions. that would rock.
man, i wish someone would put bible stories literally into context with legos.
oh wait… someone has!
The Brick Testament
and while we’re playing the link game….
Pop-Mennonite art gallery
Its an unique art gallery. use the “next page” button on the top to advance through the gallery.
yes, i still listen to Hootie and the Blowfish. why wouldn’t i?
let her cry… not even the trees… i’m going home
A tribute I found:
The mustached man steps out of the Popcorn Shop in Chagrin Falls, clutching a cup of frozen yogurt. His eyes scan passersby. He’s looking for that stare of recognition, that sideways glance of familiarity. But no one seems to track him as he walks back toward his car. He climbs in and sets the rest of his frozen dessert onto the passenger seat, next to the oil paints he bought at the art store earlier. A hint of a smile appears. Another successful day of anonymity.
Then the man notices the large 4X4 truck parked in front of him. There it is — that mocking decal, stuck on the back window. It’s Calvin, urinating on a Ford logo, grinning with gleeful malice.
The man’s smile disappears. “My boy,” he mutters ruefully. “Oh, my boy.”