I have no clue what that title means, but my aging Czech grandmother once used the phrase to describe my mother’s crazy Jack-Russell terrier, who also happens to be my arch nemeses.
Anyway, two months ago I up and left the Midwest and moved to California to spend time with my grandfather who has Alzheimer’s. I’m 28, and this may be my last opportunity to spend a significant chunk of time with him. Which sucks. (What doesn’t suck is that my income doubled while I was away and that I have the freedom to move wherever and whenever I want; especially during times like these).
But tomorrow I fly to Orlando to hang out with Ed Dale and his gang, hanging with sketchy Internet marketers :-), and get in a couple alligator fights. I’m also thinking about visiting this funky ice bar while I’m there. And on the 29th I move back to the very cold Madison, Wisconsin (which, believe it or not, will likely be cooler and more alcoholic than the ice bar :-).
At any rate, I wanted to leave you this message before I start zigzagging my way across this crazy country for the next 5 days.
Stay turned next week for alligator stories and a big upcoming announcement.
Your pal,
Clay
