Well, while my new bike sits in the garage gathering dust, I'm in New Orleans for a conference. Tonight I dined on jambalya, red beans and rice, chicken gumbo with andouie sausage and a small bowl of corn and crab bisque. Hmmmm! Finished off the night with some local scones and now I'm ready for bed. Tomorrow is another day for eating some good ol' cajun cookin. Aside from the good food, this place is a dive. No wonder most of the diplaced Katrina vicitms didn't come back home.

Oh, as for the long hair, beard, leathers and other bike rider regalia, I ran into a slight problem. Her name is Wendy. Not too keen on the biker look and haulin' butt to Sturgis. Maybe I'll just throw mom on the back and head out!

Mont's new toy

Well, I finally broke down and bought me the motorcycle I've been wanting for some time. Poor Wendy! Now she never will see me when the weather is good. Come to think of it, maybe that is why she talked me into getting it. Regardless, it's time to grow my hair long, but some leathers and head to Stugis!

Grandma Wendy & Aubree

I thought you might like to see a proud "Grandma". Not that I'm not a proud Grandpa, but it hard to mistake to happiness Wendy feels to have a grandbaby around.

If You Can't Beat 'Em, Join 'Em!

Well, it seems like everybody else in the world is blogging and I'm starting to feel left out so I thought I may as well dive in and have a go at it. I'm still not sure why we blog and text and email instead of just picking up the phone and talking like we did in the"old days", but what the heck! I think back when I was growing up and the idea of a cell phone or a pager couldn't have even been conceived in a dream. We even had "party" lines where you could pick up the phone and hear somebody you didn't even know talking on the line. You had to wait your turn and if you talked too long they would get on and ask you to hang up so they could make a call. I'm guessing before long that blogging will be outdated and we'll move on to the next latest and greatest communication tool that still keeps us from actually talking to each other. Oh well!

As for Wendy and I, nothing seems to change. We both work day and night and usually get to the house about the same time - around 9-10 pm. We go to bed, wake up and do it all over the next day. I can tell already that this is going to be some exciting stuff for everybody to read. Anyway, I'll try to jump on here every now and then and give you the latest scoop.

Mont - Out!