So Thursday afternoon I was at a pre-surgery consultation with my wife whose been having medical issues since September. The net is that she'll have a lobe-ectomy on her thyroid in January, but... while we're in the office my phone rang and it had a 317 area code. Thinking it might be my brother or mom on a new number I answered it and was greeted by a young female voice. I had attended the Pacers-Hawks game on my last visit and Debbie, my "Indiana Pacers Personal Customer Service Agent", was calling to see if I had enjoyed the game and wanting to know if I planned to attend any more games so that she could assist me in selecting games or tickets. She was a bit confused that my attachment to the Pacers was rooted in the 1970's (before she was born) and that I came from so far away to attend a game. I didn't confuse her with my list of favorite players - Mel Daniels, Billy Keller, or George McGinnis - who were old enough to be her grandfather. So whatever else goes on in my life, I've got an Indiana Pacers Personal Customer Service Agent... which is nice. All that just to have an excuse to tell you guys "Merry Christmas" and "Happy New Years". It's been warm here - 40's yesterday and today - hardly feels like winter. I finished Ted Simon's "Jupiter's Travels" and would be interested in what you thought of it if you have read it. If you haven't done so, go to the Epic Rides and enjoy the "Guns, Weed, but no Booze: Pakistan on a GS" by Asian Rider. Phenomenal photography, landscape, and culture in that thread.