From Lawn Mower Racing back to reading charts — it’s a quick shift, but upon arriving home, the voice mail started to beep, and then there was nothing to do but strap on the headset and go to work. Monday is usually, at it’s finest, a busy day. The scopes go up on Sunday night, and that’s Sunday night where ever I am, and then the questions pour in, and the E-mail stacks up, and I look rather busy. There has been a coherent theme to the last few days, though. One word: Virgo. Am I ever glad that’s one of my favorite signs.
This just in, while I was composing (some would suggest composting) some Haiku for Lawn Mower Racing, my neighbor bolts out of his precariously balanced trailer, hollering at me, “Kramer!” “Huh?” “We’re on ‘E!'” “Huh?” “Yeah, they did a spot about the lawn mower races yesterday, and they got a shot of me then a quick shot of you — you didn’t have a shirt on. National Cable TV. We’re famous!” Now, if I can just make it into People Magazine, I’ll be happy. Or maybe Springer.
