As I was walking to dinner downtown last night, I crossed paths with a couple taking their pets for a walk.

She had a black lab...and he had a reindeer.

On a leash.

In downtown Anchorage.

THIS +

one 1980-something road bike +

one 1970-something (1970 counts as 1970-something in my book) female with the unrealistic opinion stubbornness can overcome mere physical shortcomings



One of these days I just know my id and ego are going to battle it out in the octagon for control of my mouth.

It seems like a sick twist when the guy in the bad circa 1983 weight lifter pants is only wearing them because they are more comfortable over his big, fat gut.

"These pants offer a full range of movement for intense training sessions or years of inertia and beer bongs."

Ah yes.

Because who doesn't feel calmer after finding dead-ends, right-turn-only streets and bulbed intersections?