The Yellow Jersey

I have a fun idea for the yellow jersey. I think that it should travel with people when they go to foreign places. Then they can write the place it goes, and sign it. I'm taking it to Sweden on Wednesday, where it will get acquainted with a place far less tropical than Costa Rica. Then I'll mail it to Sweeney. He can mail it to Jake. Taylor, I'm sorry you didn't have it in Siberia, but I have a hunch you'll be out of the country again some time. I will also put Costa Rica prominently on the back, and we'll all need to sign below that. Someday it will be a log of our travels (hopefully many of them together).

Fall is pretty in Northern Maine. It's not very cold yet, and there has been a lot of sun. Right now it is Harvest Break, a funny invention that makes the first three weeks of school a joke around here. All the high schools are let out for 2-3 weeks in order for kids to help pick potatoes. Very few kids actually do this anymore because the industrial revolution has occurred, but it's a traditional thing now, I guess. It's funny because all the kids forget what they were doing in school, but I like it because practices are later in the morning now. There are also potatoes all over the roads because they fall out of the backs of the dump trucks. I'm a bit nervous about them flying out of a truck and hitting my windshield, but so far none have flown that far. it's amazing how many potatoes go to waste this way, or maybe I just haven't spotted the poor picking up road-potatoes yet. I'll keep my eyes peeled (that's a potato joke for you those of you who don't know spud lingo).

I'll try to post a few times from Sweden because that might be cool.

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