Aaron breaking his Yom Kippur fast: chicken tenders, onion rings, prime rib, fingerling potatoes, and sourdough rolls.
In my entire life before September 1 I had been to Chicago all of once.
The morning after Yom Kippur I will make my second trip in 20 days. Fascinating.
This time, I will have a Chicago Dog, see the symphony, and do some writing. And go to Stan’s donuts and Wildberry, though admittedly not on the same day.
The Chinafornia Wolf’s official response to Apple’s release of iOS 11:
We are waiting for 11.2.
I don’t mind bugs. I just don’t like them in my food or my software.
Picking up goodies for Sunny and Aaron at the 85C Bakery in San Jose before heading south on the 101.
The cheese potato puffs tested my will-power nearly to the limit, but I persevered.
Silicon Valley Sunday night.
I’m a rambling man.
My andropause machine: the 2020 Ford Bronco.
I hope Ford builds this. I nearly gave Brad Boekmann from Galpin a deposit for one.
The troop was off tonight, but Scoutmaster Dav was not notified. We hung out.
Thank the Almighty, Dan’s took it good-naturedly. If he quits, I assume the mantle, and I am still about 2-3 years away from being ready.