Jeremy just asked me to go to a dance with him this weekend. At the VFW. I thought surely he must be kidding. Jeremy avoids dancing (in public) at all costs. But he showed me the ad in the newspaper. And then I understood. He’s not taking me dancing. He wants to go see the band.
Cycle Farm 
Farmers stay up past 7 pm?
Hello Mike! there’s no way. We are pulling some serious Bain-hours here. We didn’t make it to see the Misfits (it was never seriously on the agenda). Instead we had an early evening: discussing different hop vine trellis ideas, and watching the dogs be absurd. I guess we’re not so puckrock after all. We miss you guys. Big hugs to Julie.