After my problem with my heart, I must make it work to kept it strong. Therefore, I was walking uphill on Newport Blvd. just north of Foothill High School before the start of school. I need at the very least 45 minutes of having my heartbeat at a good rate.
A traffic headache is next to me as I go against it. There are many things from Germany. Often I see a black Maserati going south. Wow, I am looking at a happy car coming at me. It is the same color as mine. Darn, the driver is an old fart like me. He sees me and wonders, “What the heck is the old man doing? He looks as if he is cheering me as I drive pass him.”
I think I have decided my toy is NOT leaving me. Boy, this will cause problems with my woman, children, my CPA, and my mechanic. Yipes.
Pity those who cannot get a few toys in life. They are meaningless but still fun. I need a pizza from Costa Mesa.