As some of you know, lately I've been trying to find out more about an enigmatic, long-dead cousin of mine. Yesterday I located a photo of his gravestone, and was both puzzled and intrigued by the epitaph. What could it mean?
I used to get in trouble on Facebook because I liked to complain about Montana's highways in my posts there ... never remembering that my FB friends list includes a client who works for the Montana Department of Transportation. But on G+, I'm free to report that the idiots organizing traffic control on the I-90 construction project are clearly doing hallucinogenic drugs right before they set out the traffic cones.
A dreaded Preservation Board meeting last night, greatly improved by the presence of wine and chocolate. Today, I interview a job applicant who is both older and more intelligent than I am.