Apparently because Columbus sailed the ocean blue five hundred years ago we get a day at my building where they don’t turn on the air conditioning and I get to sweat like Marion Barry three days into a crack binge. I feel a little like a wilting flower, only I smell like man instead of rose.
Anyway, I had an amazing weekend. Spent a lot of time with my namesake, my grandfather, David. No matter how much time I spend with that guy I’ll never cease to be amazed by him. Talk about really living life. For the past year or so I’ve been working on getting his story down on paper, as it’s way cooler than fiction and I got a lot done this weekend.
Anyway, Dave, coming to you live from a puddle of his own sweat (not the good kind), signing out.