Good commute, great weather, interesting day. Some cretin contractors at Duke were painting my building and got some overspray on my bike It cleaned up easily (latex), but I was irate.

On my ride home for lunch, I saw what appeared to be a fly-fishing gym class practicing casting on the field hockey court. That was a wierd and funny thing to see.

I can't wait to get home, 'cause a friend of mine just called to tell me that he picked up an old '60s Triumph (Raleigh) and just dropped it off at my house. Sweet!! It's good to have buddies that rummage for you. He was probably thinking, "Hey, look at that old piece of junk... Jack would like that!"