Loyalty

I needed a part for my Mustang.  Called three Ford dealerships on Wednesday morning.  Paul Miller ("Kentucky's Big One - Yeah!") quoted me $102, and said the part would be here Friday afternoon.  Man O' War said $83, arriving Thursday afternoon.  Jack Kain says $67, and I can pick it up when their parts department opens up Thursday morning (today), or they can ship it to my apartment or work on their nickel on Friday.  Good enough for me, and the part is ordered.  Go to Jack Kain this morning, arriving 5 minutes after the parts department opens.  My part is sitting on the counter, waiting for me.  When the department head enters my contact information, he tells me that, since I drove in from east Lexington at such an ungodly hour, he'll knock $10 off of the price.  Locals - should you need Blue Oval parts, head out US 60.

Unpacking continues.  Last night was a much needed break for some pizza and camaraderie.

Today, my employer has a front-page headline including the phrase "teenage camel jockeys."  I am tickled, and hope that this becomes a band name soon.

WVLK's own Jack Pattie, reporting on Britney Spears pumping out another unit yesterday, noted that it was, indeed, just a few days less than a year from the birth of her first child, therefore checking off another item on her White Trash To-Do List.

Frackin' Charleston, West Virginia, has a gaming con next month.  I have got to get some organization and stuff done towards having one here in April or so.  Just the Games Day, for starters.