A papa tomato, a mama tomato, and a baby tomato are walking down the street...

Ketchup. Or, catch-up. If you wanted the latter, this is the blog post for you. As for the former, check your refrigerator.

I realize I went from the introduction of a joke to the punchline pretty quickly, but time is of the essence. And if you haven't heard the body of that joke, shame on you. Uma Thurman tells it pretty good in Pulp Fiction. Check it out.

It has been a long time, my loyal readers. Your humble author has been busy, and I'll try to recap the best I could. But not all at once. No use feeding you Cheesesteaks and Chile from a fire hose. My memory is a bit hazy on the details but I'll try to hit the major points.

As for tonight, this is just a teaser. In the next few days/weeks, I'll be posting some detailed entries on the following items that have gone down since the last time we chatted:

(1) Billy the Kid Tombstone Triathlon in Ft. Sumner, NM
(2) Hexy finally gets his drink ware
(3) Philly Tri back home in Philadelphia, PA
(4) Traveling to San Francisco, CA and my swims in the Bay

That is everything, I think. Some other topics might sneak in there on us, but that will be alright. Keep everyone on their toes.

Hope everyone is enjoying their summer!