Feedle and I met up at a Starbucks (hate the coffee, love the wireless). He regaled his Powels adventures and handed me an Albert Einstein action figure.
I may have to go back and get the Ben Franklin.
We chatted, played with a semi-new file sharing system, and talked about GPS software. Hunger kicked in and we went in search of food. It turns out that The Old Spaghetti Factory is not just a Southern California thing. There is one up here.
On the way home, I was stuck behind a truck and could not stop laughing. I have no joke, I just like saying “hot delivery in the pizza caboose.”