The night of Glen Denny's slideshow in Santa Rosa (is it up north in Oregon?) and the second presidential debate.
5:50pm. Text Messages.
mudworm: I'm going to the gym to watch the debate.
Erik: I'm in Santa Rosa. A bit early.
mudworm: Like two hours too early?

7:20pm. Text Messages.
Erik: Glen is here. Royal is here. I am here.
mudworm: Obama is here. McCain is here. I am here.
12:00am. Phone
mudworm: Where in the world are you at this late hour?
Erik: Stopped before Golden Gate Bridge. There was a guy drunk out of his mind. The patrol could not get him to stop. The guy turned into the opposite direction. Two other guys and I chased him down.
mudworm: Huh

1:30am. Home.
mudworm: So, did you compare the reach?
Erik: No. He was sitting down. I was too shy to ask him to stand up and raise his arm.
mudworm: Pfffft. Too shy, what kind of excuse was that?

...
mudworm: Did you forget to take your guidebook with you?
Erik: No. He signed it. Twice.
mudworm: Twice?
