A couple weeks ago, I had picked up the phone to call my Mom. I dialed the number, and out of habit, looked at the phone to make sure I dialed the right number. I believe I had. Then again... the conversation went something like this:
Girl: "Hello, this is
Me: "Excuse me?"
Girl: "This is
Me: "I am really sorry, but I can't make out what you're saying. I can't hear you."
During our visit to Shreveport, we stopped by IHOP to grab a bite to eat. Nothing special or spectacular, but suddenly our waitress gasps (evidently in excitement). "Where did you get that shirt?" She asks as she points to the black-and-white shirt Shan is wearing. It reads, "got kids?" Shan explains that it was custom made for her school, etc etc, and the woman is just dying, and explains that she is part of the River Cities Chapter of BACA (Bikers Against Child Abuse) and that there are 40 or so of them who like to travel together and wear the same shirts. She disappears and returns with a pamphlet for BACA (these are some very organized bikers). She asks Shan to pass the info along to a guy named "Chewy" and that we should be sure to let him know that "Sketch" sent us... On the back of the pamphlet are three names: Prowler, Chewy, and Mongo.... So, we passed along the info to the shirt-maker, who was eager to get the contact info (we are talking 40+ shirts here!). I probably shouldn't say this, but the shirt-maker referred to herself as a "T-Shirt whore" who would make shirts for any state.... Just when ya think you know someone... :-)
I mentioned earlier that I would be in Hot Springs this week. I will be presenting a break-out session at the Hot Springs Technology Institute (HSTI, usually pronounced "hissty"). John and I are tag-teaming a couple sessions, which we discovered today will be offered during the lunch hour.... So, I'm guessing we'll get.. umm... 10 people in each session, maybe... I'll keep ya posted...