Saturday, July 7, 2018
So ... what does a man with cancer do on a Saturday?
Grab his honey, his Harley, and ride off on this glorious day to Tuttle's Family Diner in Wells River, Vermont, for the world's best blueberry pancakes, then recapture it later as an artsy-fartsy photo.
(It was a trick question.)
But, don't relax too much; we'll be back at it next week with the return of Rad Chemo, the Radionettes, and always the risk of a revelation along the way.
Thanks for ridin' alongside.
More as we go, El
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