Burns Park Loop/Levy Trail

Sandy and Hugh and I walked the Burns Park Loop this morning in 1:39:34. Sandy told me she's fried frozen okra for years. In fact, she said she even freezes fresh okra before frying it, and that she washes it in egg white before tossing it in the flour and cornmeal. Oil is heating in my electric skillet as I write. And now it's cooling, as I eat fantastic fried okra and watch The Players Championship on pgatour.cbssports.com. This evening I walked two miles on the Levy Trail, through perfectly light rain (you know, the sort that doesn't get you wet, just cools you) in 31:32.

OVERHEARD
"Really?"
—Sandy, after Pete said he'd driven all the way to Dallas the first time he was told a Hash run would start at the Grassy Knoll

"Well, I'd have to fly from there."
—Hugh, after he said he would never move to Sedona, and Pete said, "Heck no. It would take you too long to drive to all those goddamn Mississippi State football games."

"Man, my humor is wasted on you two."
—Pete, after Hugh said, "Well, I'd have to fly from there." ...."No, I got that one," Sandy said. "I mean, I'll admit I'm pretty slow, but don't think I ain't starting to figure you out."

I PLAN TO STAB...
...the next person who says, "...ball-striker...," regardless of context (as if there are players on the PGA Tour who aren't good ball-strikers, or there are courses which don't require good ball-striking). Ball-strikers