My mother was in town last week, and we went on a little drive. Before she got in the car, she turned to me and said, "No rage please". It would seem I am a bit of a rage full driver.

The 19th Annual International File Festival is abound in Minneapolis until April 21. Tam and I were late for a 7:00 showing at the Heights Theater last night. I nearly burst a main artery while meandering my way down Highway 280 behind a gaggle of slow and decelerating midwest drivers. Needless to say, Tam drove home.