I was going to post something from work tonight, just to get caught up after a fun weekend in Columbus. But then, work got in the way:
1) Fatal wreck in Beaver Falls.
2) Runaway barges on the Ohio River.
3) A power outage in Monaca.
4) An unbelievable finish at the Masters.
OK. That last one didn’t really have much to do with work, other than the fact that I was sitting in the newsroom when it was going on. The point is, I didn’t have much spare time, either over the weekend or today while I was working. And believe me, boys and girls, we have some stuff to talk about. I knew this was coming, but the impending Twentieth Reunion of the Upper Arlington High School Fucking Class of 1985 kind of smacked me in the face yesterday. I typically don’t deal well with this sort of thing, and this time, I’ve already promised Juan, HSP, Kewy-san, and others, that I’m going to show up.
Let the angst begin.