Riley called me from Seattle and demanded that I drive to Broulims, buy a can of black olives (which I despise) and consume them. My son is an Old Soul, so I obeyed him.
Then, my guardian angel snapped a picture of me driving, from the floor of my bus. Not sure what he’s trying to tell me but it’s an interesting shot, that I didn’t take :-)
And finally, here I am trying to take out a lopsided potato truck, with my laser gun…
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SlideShow (Bus Eclectic)
Quite an interesting story.