Nimish is graduating from medical school this weekend and I finally managed to spring a surprise visit on him. He's shown up unexpectedly and surprised me twice before, once on a big race weekend back in college and then for my college graduation. His sister and I designed a master plan to get me into town without him knowing and while he might claim that he had some inkling of an idea that I was going to pop up, believe me when I say that he did not.
Getting someone at their own game has never felt so sweet!
I'm going home this weekend and I get to see the dogs.
This is Ladd. He's an old dog and he must have so many stories. Good and bad, funny and sad; I'm pretty sure he's seen and experienced it all. I can only imagine what kinds of stories he has from his glory days of "dumpster diving".
There was a guy who went to my college and drove around in a fully restored Porsche Speedster. My friends and I used to make fun, mostly because I think we were each a little jealous but also because the guy seemed like a bit of a jerk. Who goes to college and drives a Speedster? Maybe he was ahead of his time.