The check engine light on my car went on. After consulting the manual and flashing back to my last fill-up, I realized that it was probably a result of using the low grade stuff. In California, low grade means 87 or so. In Montana, it's more like 85. The manual says never to fill up with less than 87, so hopefully that's all it is. I'll have to try to blend in the premium stuff for a while.
I went to my brother's place in Butte to see how his house was going. It was a total fixer-upper that he'd been working on for years. In that time, he also got married, so that's another addition to his house.
The front area serves as a sort of art gallery for my brother's art. Very cool. And the other front room has a secret passageway bookshelf thingie. Also cool.
Before leaving town, I swung by
Pork Chop John's and got some pork chop sandwiches. I can't get over the fact that they don't sell these things outside of Montana. Pork chop sandwiches are one of the best types of food I have ever encountered. It's such a natural idea--boneless pork chop in burger form, with a dab of mustard. It should be as popular as the chicken sandwich.