Check out this Corvette that a guy in Cali customized
to look like the 1989 Batmobile. It’s halfway funny, and halfway kick ass. I am tempted, of course, but I’d like to have a full-on replica instead of a half-assed
one. Although, according to my wise friend Adam, a Corvette is a real car.


Went to Orthopedist. Noticed he has treated lots of famous celebrity athletes. Personalized messages from Joe Namath and Deion Sanders cover the walls. The
Doc himself is a cool guy and will go out in the hall and record everything he told you onto a tape (to keep everything straight, I assume). The two page
results of my MRI were handed to me before he came in so I read them. Five times. They were pretty detailed and grisley. You could tell someone had looked
inside my foot to describe some of the problems going on in my ankles. He came in. He read the report. He looked up and said, "I guess what this MRI
analysis is saying is that you’ve sprained the hell out of your ankles!" Ha! True. Basically I am going to take it easy for six weeks. I’m getting
some physical therapy to relearn how to walk, although I am pretty sure that after 31 years I have not forgotten. The place they are recommending is called
The Matrix. For real! How can I resist?