I've got two stories in mind about my San Francisco sortie. And I'm full up with all kinds of other raw-materiel for other stories...but am short on time. So I figured I'd share for now, as a placeholder, what greeted me at the post this morning. I stopped by after landing from SFO and my Cleverley bespokes awaited me...along with my birthday lead soldiers and a half price Rugby sweater. And my Bookster trousers were cuffed and ready. I'm on procurement lock down for the balance of 2012.
But the greatest gift accompanying the sartorial goodies was my thirty-four dollar electric grill. I'll kick George Foreman's a_s.