Pollen Count.

My oh my. The pollen count must be high. I sound like a dude. Which I usually enjoy because I can bellow the phrase "I make Koolaid for my family!" and sing soul music-- possibly sounding soulful. Usually I just sound really white and boring... but with a sinus infection I sound awesome-- like I'm from the Bronx or maybe Alabama. I gotta figure out how to attach sound bites to this thing. Just give me a call if you want to hear my Mr. Koolaid bit.

So. In other news. I went to the Indy 500. It was lots of fun. Pre-race I met Keith. Keith and his roommate Jim roasted a pig which they purchased whole in Greenwood. Unfortunately, According to Keith: "That son of a bitch weren't gonna fit in our roaster so we had that sucker's head chopped off and then had im' quartered. Roasted that there hog for damn near 15 hours." Jim then proceeded to try to feed me a piece of this swine with his fingers. Jim had dirty finger nails. I dodged that piece of pork the way a person would dodge a kiss at then end of a bad first date. From there it was just the usual- moonshine, PBR and turkey sandwiches. Long live the greatest spectacle in racing!