Off to the lake this morning. As I was leaving for dinner last night, I noticed that a neighbor’s friend (a rockstar) had done something to his hair, it was a subtle shade of fuscia. “Nice hair color,” I said. “What, this? Happens every time I get abducted by aliens.” Only in a trailer park. Former Republican Governor Bush (affectionately referred to as “The Shrub”) was/is in town. This does not bode well with some of us. Increased security means everything downtown is jammed up. It’s not fun. It’s not good. I thought we got rid of him by shipping him out of state. I should’ve figure that with the jet fighter flyby yesterday morning, rattled the trailer’s windows — I was not impressed. I did do a nice, long hike yesterday afternoon, the west loop of the hike and bike trail. Typically, I like to walk on the little stone walls that border portions of the trail, just to change my pitch up. I was hopping up on one yesterday afternoon, talking on the phone at the same time, and I misjudged my step. Skinned my knee. But what was the worst? Some folks saw it. Nothing hurts as bad as a deep wound to the pride. Pride doesn’t go before the fall, it goes with the fall.