Upon finally getting out of Dodge I usually snap a shot of Bibleburg receding in the rear view mirror, but this time I thought I’d take a pic of Turkish wondering why I get to be outside and he doesn’t.
The Turk’ is fond of me in a benevolently rapacious fashion, but what he really loves is to be outside on a sunny day, rolling around in the driveway, thunking his shovel-shaped skull against the concrete with each ecstatic flip.
Turk’ can’t follow my peregrinations online, lacking the requisite interest, computer skills and thumbs, but you can continue to catch my little act here and/or at my backup blog, maddogmedia.wordpress.com. That rascal has up-to-date software and can be managed from the iPhone.
And should you pop round on Friday, be sure to wish Herself a happy birthday. No matter how many laps she jogs around the sun, she retains her ageless beauty. Maybe she’s running backward.
Mad Blog Media 
Patrick,
Have a fun, safe trip. I don’t know how much Gonzo journalism can be done from a bike vs a caddy convertible….
So is your leaving a birthday present?
Ben, will do. The late, great HST had a more liberal expense account than I do, but I’ll do my best. Hell, I’m my own Great White Shark. Or maybe a Great White Manatee.
And O’Neill, as a fellow son of the auld sod you should know that the best gift an Irishman can give his wife is either an early demise with a generous insurance policy or an extended absence.