nope... not me.

I am not a pilgrim... perhaps you should have taken some water.

Last Sunday, I staffed a water spot near the top of the Poor Mountain Hill Climb.



A racer commented on the way back down... after rest... "what's with the outfit?"
"I'm the Forest Leprechaun."

"I thought you were a pilgrim. Didn't you have a pilgrim hat?"

clearly... he needed the water when he passed my oasis on the way up the hill.

stale weeks...

Blahhhhh. like hard bread found in your pantry.

life should be more delicious... like a crumpet w/ honey or maple syrup or nutella.

alas... life is what we make it.