Route Update

Today I took a ten mile bike ride out to the college to Cold Storage. Pitiful I know you would have said. I was just telling Peggy today we would start there, you waiting impatiently for me in your grey Dodge van, eager to get started on our seventy mile ride up to Taylor and back. She could not believe it. Well, as I struggled just to make the ten, I too wondered how.
When you were here, this Facebook thing we have now was not so pervasive. Your friends were face to face not like it is today. Oh, we may have seven hundred on our wall, but in reality, they are not really friends like the ones you had. It is more one way. I imagine if you were still here, you would be quite frustrated with it. You would update like you so much liked to do and you would get no feedback. I think you would be
un-friending many, like you did Al and a few when you were here.
I try and keep up with some that were on your route, but it is difficult. Professor I hear from every now and then. I imagine things haven't changed too much with him. Harry tells me he still has trouble adjusting seat posts and stuff you did so easily. I imagine his pool timer has never worked since you last fixed it.
Mutt is still around too, I hear from her every now and then, unlike you, who checked in daily. Puppy, I have lost contact with. As for the cleaners, it remains open, probably on much more prayer and expense without your continual fixing of boilers and pressers and various machinery. Rick continues to thrive with his sub shop, despite not having you to do cost analysis on every sub that goes out. I know he misses your running the operation for him.
Teri is still practicing vet medicine down in Deland last I heard. She probably has married the prisoner despite your vocal disagreement. I do not know if she still rides the Dawes you gave her.
I miss hearing that motorcycle glide up to my carport, knowing it was time for my daily update. I just feel out of touch and so much more alone, despite having hundreds of so called friends. But, like I told you, not really. Junk friends I suppose you would call them.....