A Blast from the Past

My Dad got his first reel of home movies converted to DVD. On that reel was some classic shots of me on my first motorcycle; a 1973 Honda ST90. It was a 90 cc on/off road bike with three gears and a centrifugal clutch. This really brought back some terrific memories. I think I was between 8 and 10 years old. You can see at one point that I couldn't touch the ground on both sides, and then acting out my Evel Knievel fantasies.

DUKE!

Duke had a doctor visit this week. I was anxious to have him weighed, and I wasn't disappointed.
At six and a half months old, Duke weighs 62 pounds. The vet says we need to feed him better; that he thought Duke felt a little skinny. No kidding. He really said that, and meant it too.

I had the day off today due to a Jewish holiday. I took Duke on one of my longer jogs because I felt sorry for him. Loretta and I had left him home alone a few times today amounting to several hours. Ususlly he is not good for jogs over about two and a half to three miles. So I took off with Duke after telling Loretta what my route was. She waited about 25 minutes, then drove to meet Duke and I, so she could take him home in the van. It's a good thing. He was really dragging by that point.