God bless Burbank for doing whatever he can to get a podcast to our ear holes. Driving the old Space Car through the Pacific Northwest and sharing his travels with us—cloverleaves and all. I gotta say, though, it was a total trip for me to hear him name off cities he was passing and such because I knew precisely where he was.
There’s a chance I could have raced over to the freeway and wave at him as he zoomed by. And the gas station he stopped at in Woodland? I know the exact gas station he was at. My in-laws live there so I spend a lot of time driving by said gas station. Well, I’m not driving. Albino and all.
I’m glad Luke left CrossFit. I know that pit in the stomach dread feeling. I had a job like that once. I hated going. Loathed even. This is super embarrassing, but here’s my story. I woke up one day and decided I was going to quit said job. How did I quit, you ask? I walked in, handed a note to the cashier who was working, and said, “See ya later!”
As Jerry Springer would say, “I wish I hadn’t done that.” I imagine Potato Salad Kickstarter dude may be saying that himself in the future.
-toni hammer // firstname.lastname@example.org // @realtonihammer