Wouldn’t you?  It’s not like I drive a Hummer or something.

For some reason, the NAV display in my car feels the need to point out EVERY SINGLE TRAILER PARK IN THE AREA while I am driving.

Okay, so I grew up in a trailer!  Stop taunting me!

It was 10′ x 57′ (OUTSIDE dimensions including the HITCH) and was a 3 bedroom, 2 bath; I kid you not.

As far as I can tell, there is no way to shut this off. Just a constant reminder of my roots, I guess.

Ya gotta love Costco.  I can see the “Office” and “School” use, but HOME?  Who glues that much?

So last week my best friend Kiri had her first art opening at the gallery at Paradise Valley Community College. It included three of her large paintings and a bunch of her cool photography:

I heard many excellent comments on her work; I am so glad that she was able to get her art on display for others to see.

She also had her baby Sasha there; I know this because I almost tripped over her:

Just kidding! We were all keeping an eye on her!

A friend of a friend has an architectural graphic design business with another girl called “Canary” (the BUSINESS, not the girl). Check out their business cards; I challenge anyone to have one of each persons card and NOT orient them to complete the canary. It’s involuntary!

And yes OF COURSE I have a Safeway Shopper Card.

Well, it was the week of culture. Last Thursday Sherry and I saw Paul Potts at the Mesa Arts Center. They were great seats (front row balcony) that she bought months ago when I had mentioned that I could not stop watching the following video of his on YouTube:

And here is his semi-final performance; goosebumps anyone?

How can you not root for this guy? He ended up winning the whole show and is now on tour after making his first CD. What a great story…

I also made it to the Banff Film Festival over the weekend, which included a one-hour documentary about a local Phoenix paraplegic who attempted to make it up Mount Kilimanjaro on a hand-cranked bike. My good friend Roger actually went on the expedition; read more about it here.

So the next time each of are out hiking and complaining about the heat, or the trail, or whatever, let’s try to imagine doing it like this:

That bike weighs 53 pounds. No two ways about it; this man is a serious stud.