Yesterday was my 30th birthday, and the day capped the apex of a year of changes. If there was a curve or orbit to my existence, it picked up significant speed about a year ago. I was still married then, and very unhappy. I had a good job, but no money. I had a house, but no home. I had a beautiful wife, but no love. I found myself wondering what would happen if I simply walked away. Bought a plane ticket to anywhere and just left. Cash out my retirement and just live in Montreal, Lisbon, Prague - hell, even Buffalo.

Those of you who are regular readers (all one of you) will recall the earlier discussion regarding hired plant dusters at my company. I'm working on a Saturday and I JUST SPOTTED a Plant Duster. He was wearing a green jumpsuit with his name on a patch on the breast, and he had a strange ridge of fur on top of his head. I had the presence of mind to snap two pics of this reclusive beast in action:

STOP DOGS IN THEIR TRACKS UP TO 50 FEET AWAY!