Oh man, Zak got me out of a huge bind from my last post. I didn't know if anyone would respond, so I put a lot on the line offering to give away something that I doesn't belong to me and that I didn't have permission to give away. I figured if things got really bad, I'd make up a trick, say that Zak did it, and that way nobody would get anything. But luckily, Zak himself was the first to respond, and he got it right. Brian, had you been first and gotten your first choice, the backside 180, I would have owed you a handsome reward, one that I do not even have. Rachel and Drew, you two are correct, but you came too late, sorry...
So I found out that my wife is a way better photographer than I could ever pretend to be, so I nominated her this weekend as Bolts of Thunder's official historian. Her role is to follow us around with her handy cellular i-phone camera and document what in the world is going on with this institution. On Saturday, Wizard, Jeffrey, and I headed out to explore a ditch and see what good skating we could find, and Rachel followed behind, popping off shots like it ain't no thing. Actually, she only took this one picture for all I know, but it turned out super good. So I thought I'd put it up and announce her as our official historian. If there's anyone that doesn't like this nomination, make your voices heard. Then we'll know who the enemy is... Anyway, as you can see from this picture, it was cold, wet, and lonely. Thus was our ditch skating on Saturday.
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