Hello all, I am in St Louis, at a laundromat, where the Tide dispenser, after eating two of my hard earned dollars, refused to give me any Tide.  Fortunately, a kind St. Louis soul walked in at that very moment, and offered to let me use their detergent.  Unfortunately, I left an herbal supplement in the coin pocket of a pair of my pants, and my trousers now smell like a cat piss distillery.  Also, never, ever, under any circumstances, stay at an Econo Lodge.  Upon arrival at the front desk, I asked the disgruntled man on staff for a non- smoking room.  He proceeded to give me a key to a room that when entered, immediately gave off an aroma akin to that of the Atlanta Airport Smoker's lounge.  When I returned to the front desk to complain, he then gave me a key to another room.  as I lie down on my bed in the new room to finally get a good nights sleep,  I am startled awake by the pungent smell of urine wafting subtly from my mattress, and up through the sheets to my unsuspecting nose hairs.  Flabbergasted, but too tired to protest any longer, I ride the night out in this hell hole.  The next morning, I ask the clerk for a refund, and he offers a measly 10% discount.  Any hew, Things are great today.  I went for a four mile run and saw the Budweiser Clydesdale horses in their Natural habitat, went for a swim in the pool, and had a mimosa.  Now I'm off to practice.  Cheers from the road,

Bobby

Good morning.  After reading the first three chapters of Steve Job's biography, and after some nudging from my good friends, I have been inspired to become a more active member of the cyber community.  I am now on Twitter, Instagram, and blogspot. As Timothy Leary would put it, I have decided to "Turn on, boot up, jack in."