A plethora of bikes
If you look at this picture closely, you will be able to count six bikes. That does not include the bike in the hallway, nor the bike on porch, nor the three bike frames and who knows how many bike parts downstairs.
It was a good weekend. It included a lot of bikes. Also, a lot of good food, good company, good joking, good laughing, good cribbage, good fleece festival, good stray kitty, good almost-ripe grapes and good scooter pickup.
Every time we visit, Steff tries to talk me into buying a house in the neighborhood. It nearly works every single time. The houses are cute, of course, but really it's so much fun to visit them it's really hard not to stay forever.
Also, I often get to see Joe and Ricky when we go down there. Double bonus.
Now, if weren't for that pesky mortgage, two jobs and all the people we like up here, my plan would totally be in motion.
Oh, and Salem doesn't allow chickens. We'd have to get the law changed.