October 20th, 1999
Yo,
What's gnu? I'm sitting here at a diner in Ann Arbor Michigan and wowsers it's cold up here. What's up with you people in Michigan? You do not go around in shorts when it's in the 50's. You do not jog when you can see your breath. You're nuts and I'm heading back to Florida.
Come to think of it I don't think you should jog at all. I read this story that the average jogger lives an extra 2 years than the non-jogger. The irony is that those 2 years are all spent jogging. Me? I'd prefer to eat a donut as I walk my dog.
Anyway I drove all the way up to this God forsaken state to see a little boy who claims to have the power of automatic writing. I'm still undecided on the subject but you can read the report in the 'pedia and decide for yourself.
Another huge upsurge in e-mail this week. I know it may miff ya if I don't answer your e-mail but believe me when I say that there is no way I could be doing stuff if I answered every single one. I'd be stuck in my home typing my little fingers to the bone.
We did get some exciting exclusive pictures of a fish fall. Thanks to a tip from Driver#8 in Chicago. Just when you thought it was safe to go out in the rain . . . . .
OK, one more coffee and I'm back on the road. The next time I decide to check up on a tip I'll check the weather report first.
hurdy gur,
Derek "heat miser" Barnes
