Took my sons to the Hershey Park Zoo one day when they were little and caught site of these 2 guys, sitting in the sun on a sill watching the humans go by.
I happened upon a couple of Facebook groups last month that I want my visitors to know about and it nudged me into cleaning the place up a bit, pushed me into spending a few $s on a professional script to show them off proper like.
Remember in Duncan is filled with old stories and Positively Duncan is filled with the more upbeat now stories.
I ride my bike 1-2 hours just about every day. What I experience out there on these rides displays both views that can be found on this board. Duncan is a nice town filled with friendly people. Duncan is a hole filled with jerks. I get to choose where I ride and opt for places where the odds are highest to avoid jerks.
This came to me in an email about 8 years ago and gets a belly laugh every time I find it in the archives again. Pasted in for your amusement as it was received:
Don’t know if this story is true or know who wrote it …
I never dreamed slowly cruising on my motorcycle through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous! Little did I suspect.
I was on Brice Street – a very nice neighborhood with perfect lawns and slow traffic. As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me.
My first job working in an office offered a curious lesson the very first morning.
My mentor was a 70 something man with permanent smile who seemed amused that I had made it into the office but he obeyed orders and did his best to show me the ropes.
To get started, he introduced me to Margie, who served all the men in that office as their gopher, secretary, whatever was needed. So my first morning, he insisted, “Tell Margie to fetch you some coffee.”