From your favorite third-class citizen.

I want to give props to a guy that I pass every day on my homeward bound commute. This policeman is always directing traffic at that wonky intersection on the Brookline side of Coolidge Corner. At first, I would ride through and he would scowl at me along with all the motorists, but with persistant smiling, I have broken his resolve. I now get a smile every time I ride by him, and today he quipped, ” nice goggles! “. I’m glad he’s there, keeping an eye on stuff, and I feel safer for his presence. Hats off to you, my good man.

NOW WITH WINGS!!

The germs finally caught up with me. Damn you, Catarpillar Cholera!! I guess it’s going to be a cozy night of House, Hot Toddys and extra blankets. At least it’s not raining today.

I prefer more expensive alchohol than Jim Beam, though. Blech!