HBD MJ

Today is Mary Jo's seventieth birthday. She'd hoped to celebrate in style, but 2020 has made that impossible. Instead, she went riding with Karen and I.

It was just a normal ride. It was bright but chilly, with gusting winds.

We didn't see the eagles.

We didn't see the hawks.

We didn't even see Big Daddy Buck.

Still, it was a good ride.

Happy birthday, Mary Jo. I hope I am half as bad ass as you when I'm your age!