Ted Meinhover

My bike seat was still full of rain water from last night, though morning sun was beginning to break through the now white and fluffy clouds as I left Glover Park, bound for 1401 New York Ave, early this morning. Needless to say, my butt is still wet.

Obviously, my emails can become pretty… honest, stream of conciouss, at the end of a late night, with a tired body and mind. Hopefully not overly so.