I was doing the first lap of the bicycle portion of my brick yesterday when I was passed by a truck that smelled like it was filled with dead, decomposing fish corpses with special, mystical powers for transmitting their effluvia.
My bike ride involves making three big loops on Telegraph Road between Beulah and Route One. It is hilly but still comparatively safe.
Anyway, I could not help but wonder how a truckload of dead fish would end up coming down Telegraph Road. Imagine my dismay when I realized the trucks were coming from a parking lot that was being excavated right next to the Fort Belvoir landing strip. What could possibly be buried there that would make such a smell? The lost 18 minutes of Nixon's Watergate tapes? Dick Cheney's conscience? My lost 401(k) gains?
The mystery remains and the smell certainly does linger!
A place for friends and family to connect with Andra while she is away
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Jim's new look - Did he tell you about the moustache?
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