Ode to "Spring" Training

Spring passed over Mendon Ponds Park for greener, warmer pastures this past Saturday and the few of us brave to leave the building roamed around in the wind, rain, and cold. But it was a blast.

Spring also avoided Syracuse, where I crashed with Lockwench coming to and going from the gathering. When I left Sunday morning I had to clean some fluffy, wet snow off the windshield! I believe it was a record snowfall for that date.

Forgotten Souls

Some of the forgotten folks at the cemetery of Indian Castle Church, built in 1769, Little Falls, New York.

I Still Love Civil Service

Why you may ask. Or not. Well, I'll tell you anyway. Because after working full time for the city of New York since 1972, I am now retired and only 59 years old. I know that to someone in their 30s or 40s, 59 may be not so young, but trust me kids, when you're 59 you'll feel vastly different.

I have no idea what I'm going to do with the rest of my life and I ain't gonna worry about it! I'm still in that first stage, which I call Thank You God. I'm just happy to no longer be going to a job I had grown so damn tired of.

When I get to the next stage, I'll let you know. You probably don't care, but that's ok.

Vacation Has Rolled Around Again

God I love civil service.

I'm on vacation this week and plan to do as much boxing as possible, as always, providing the weather holds out. I was up in Westchester County yesterday in Pound Ridge Reservation and after much driving and wandering, found one box. Such is life. But I hiked up to an overlook and while making sure I didn't get blown off the top of the hill by the awesome winds that blew all day yesterday, enjoyed a really great view.

Today is Coming Back Home From Thanksgiving day and the traffic into the city will be a nightmare this evening. Rather than drive upstate, only to have a lovely day ruined by hours in bumper to bumper traffic, I think I'll hit a movie.

That Old Numbers Game

A week ago, I hit my 700th find on AQ. I hate to get hung up on numbers, but it was a thrill to see that '7' come up. I have more finds than that in my real logbook so I'm not sure what it means, if anything. I wish I could be like those people who don't care about logging their finds on AQ but I can't. I get a charge out of it and it makes me smile. Something that makes me smile must be okay so I suppose I shouldn't worry about it.