“I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good”
Got back to work today after a surreal string of events that were tragic, painful, joyful and life-affirming all in the same week. And none of that includes the fact that I broke two ribs falling off my murdercycle, as my doctor used to call it as he stitched up my face.
As I have said previously, because other aspects of my life are so damn sensible and orderly, sometimes I intend to follow David Byrne’s advice and stop making sense on this blog.
To that end, here are some entirely random photos from my weekend trip to Leadville, CO.
Lunch on me to the first person who correctly identifies the source of the title of this post.
Next post will tell a story, I promise.