Say it ain't so, Floyd. Well, actually, you have said that. Floyd Landis, American winner of the Tour de France in one of the most amazing comeback stories ever - accused of "doping", of competing with the use of illegal substances. Testosterone levels too high. He claims he has never used performance enhancing drugs and now his TdF win and entire career rest on the outcome of a second test. Sadly, whether the new test says he is guilty or not, he will now always be suspect, just as Lance Armstrong was.
On the other hand, Barbaro is doing better, so at least one of our local boys is still a media darling.
[I think he's on a lot of controlled substances these days.]
Last weekend seems like it was both yesterday and a long time ago. We dashed to the airport Friday afternoon - Gary had a last minute case that kind of threw a monkey wrench into things - but we made it in time. After grabbing some lunch to take on the plane, we had an uneventful flight to Los Angeles.
We got a rental car - not the little Nissan that Gary had reserved but they gave us a bright red Mercedes instead. I didn't try it but Gary said it drove like a hog. We hit some traffic on the 110 freeway but eventually made it up to Burbank a little before 7:00.
As always, Pam and Ron were terrific hosts. Mom and Dad, Jeff, Lucia and Paul were there, as were Carol (Norm's daughter) and her husband Jim. Jen, Jim, Jacque and Zoe were all arriving around 10:00 p.m. from Seattle. We had a lovely lasagna dinner with caesar salad and chatted with everyone. We finally headed to the hotel around 9:45.
Up early the next morning. We watched a documentary about a middle school in Tennessee that started a holocaust project - collecting paper clips to symbolize the number of people killed in the Nazi death camps - that eventually turned into a huge community undertaking and a present-day museum. The documentary itself did a marvelous job of underscoring the deep feelings that the students and teachers hve about their project.