Pasta de la casa
5 Apr 1996

 

Of course you know I would have written my monthly installment on April 1st, except the letter would have been a huge pack of lies since it would fall on April Fools Day.  Of course some of you are asking, "How is that different?" Those of you who just asked that should expect a visit from a large Italian man with plans to make you into upholstery.

 

Anyway, enough death threats and holiday celebration.  I'm once again in an airport, but this time on my way to vacation!  Of course vacation entails bringing along my laptop to finish up some work, but it also involves catching up on sleep, seeing family, and going to Jamaica to bring back a big bail of ganja. It's amazing how lax the drug laws are now that we have "Willie the toker" in office.

 

My first three days will be at my parent's place in Shalimar, Florida, which I think I have mentioned before is not really Florida but an extension of Alabama, inclusive of lifestyles, accents, huntin' dogs, and people who own multiple vehicles classed as "tractors."

 

The next four days I'm in sunny Jamaica with John Lilly and Kathy, his uh... sister. (Note: Kathy, it had better be sunny or I'm buying a ticket for that big Italian guy to come visit you.)  We're going hiking and lots of other stuff that I've forgotten.  Can't wait to meet Bob Marley.

 

All this is still going to be quite a letdown after being in Cleveland yesterday, where we visited a set of abandoned buildings and gave a presentation in one that was not so abandoned.  Let's just say "waste of my time."

 

I did get one great surprise this month - a visit from my high school swim coach who came to Austin to watch the NCAA Swimming Nationals.  It was really cool to touch base with someone who actually put up with me parading around in a Speedo on a daily basis.  My co-workers at Trilogy still close their eyes when I take out my contacts.

 

I'm starting to train for a 100 mile in-line skating event (note I did not say "race") in mid-July.  Should be interesting to see if I ever walk again. Most people react to this by saying either "You are stupid," "You are lying," or "You are a stupid liar."  I'll apologize here for continuing to abuse this humor paradigm with which I'm sure you are all familiar.

 

Lilly may not even know this, but he and I may get to work on the "Circle K" account.  That's right, all the free beef jerky and 64 oz sodas we can take.

 

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Hey, I'm in Florida - today I went fishing and played with my nephews. Jonathon and Braden now think of Uncle Bryan as "Uncle punching bag." Aren't kids cute? My mom decided that since we were celerating my cousin's birthday today (which is very close to today) we should also celebrate mine, WHICH HAPPENED A LONG TIME AGO.  My family continues to amaze me and fuel my

search for my natural parents.

 

Other than that life is great and crazy and I have no idea what is going to happen next.  Hey, that sounds just like the last eight months...

 

Hasta, (wow, I sound so cool closing with 'Hasta')

 

BJR