Archive for February 2004

This morning I had to walk over to the GA Dome to pick up Jack’s tix for the NCAA dealie.

This is a picture of the escalator that attempted to assassinate me as I carried out my mission.

One might think that 18 years in Anchorage would have taught me how to walk in the aftermath of a snowfall, but there are no outdoor escalators in my former home. It probably doesn’t help that I was walking instead of letting the contraption do all the work for me. In clogs.

Hey, I never said I was bright OR coordinated.

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