Its hard to write when you have mr. gus sitting with you. most of you will wake up with some kind of pain in the head. Acquired while watching the bike race. Too much sun or too much beer. This weekend, for me, had nothing to due with bikes. My wife and I flew to Cleveland to attend a memorial for my wife's mom. Very touching. We returned to the graveyard for a small service at her grave, and then a lunch with family and friends in the hall. As we walked into the cemetery it was full of people, visiting graves, some with small picnics, or priest, candles, visits to those who you miss. some wine poured on the ground. I'm tired, an empty tired. so with that.
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