6 September, 2009
After a week at Burning Man I was back in Reno – Sparks even. [You know, Reno being so close to Hell you can see Sparks and all that.] It was the annual Rib Cook-off so it smelled awesome and after three showers I was feeling pretty good. I met some former students down on Victorian square where we enjoyed some truly bad live music and yummy food from the Great Basin Brewery.
This is Pee Wee. Not her real name of course but the name I called her (often yelled at her) during her tenure as my varsity point guard. And now Pee Wee has a wee one of her own, and she is just like her mama. [And like sand through the hour glass... these are the days of our lives.]
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