“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the…”  Begging the pardon of Mr. Dickens, but it was a really good and bad weekend.  I don’t have time to go into much detail here, but I had some great times, some good things happened, and the smile on my face is a testament to happy, happy, joy, joy of it all.  The bad?  I have tire ( Read more... )