Greetings Citizens. Here's a portrait of my friend, Bart Parker. We met when he was a guest speaker at Utah State University while I was a graduate student there. I took him and his wife, Rita DeWitt, out to the north end of the Great Salt Lake. It was winter time and no one was out there but us. I was able to visit him and Rita on my last cross country motorcycle ride. And we were able to go shooting together too.

So today I has to take a crap. I could have done it at school but I thought I'd go home and enjoy a nice private dump. Imagine my surprise when I walk in the bathroom of my apartment and the toilet is gone! Yes, gone! Just a hole in the floor. So I raced to the local park and everything came out okay. Later, when I came home from refereeing a football game, a guy was there working on the place. "How long have you had a work order to work on my apartment, " I asked. Three weeks was the response. "Well, nobody told me." Yeah, A is kind of forgetful the guy says. Yeah.... forgetful. Maybe next time I'll shit in the corner.