I've got a rather long and weird story to tell about preminition--so here goes. I mow a few lawns a week for our family business and today was work day for me. Like most employees, Monday's thoughts reflect the past weekend's experiences and my thoughts were of the fun we had and the new friends we made in Vermont.
During the rally, Ed mentioned that his GPS took him way West and asked me if there was a better way home. I mentioned a straight shot down Route 7 south would take he & Pat to the Mass pike more efficiently. Around 10:30 this morning I'm mowing a corporate front lawn on Route 7 in Pittsfield, MA and wondering if Ed took Route 7 or not. For whatever reason, at that very moment, I looked up and watched Pat & Ed go by with their truck and Bighorn. I waved in amazement, but don't think I got their attention. Holy crap I thought, what's the chances of that happening? !