Threw this out late yesterday and two HIM, Plumb Bob and Backdraft, decided to join me at 4:45am to get in a few miles. We covered about 2.5 miles and returned just in time to let Plumb Bob get ready for his Mutt Q. 2nd F was in full effect and like they say in Vegas, what happens on a Ruck stays on a Ruck. Can’t repeat vivid details of the stories told in a backblast as any future political aspirations had by any of us would over before they started. Backdraft recounted an eccentric crowd he encountered last weekend, and although he wasn’t with us, Meatball may have felt his ears burning as long ago “short stories” from Chinoe Pub were told. Good times!
Geppetto out!