Plane Bites Man

I am not the guy who was hit by he experimental plane while walking on the beach, FYI. That was in Hilton Head. I am farther south, but I am keeping an eye out for low flying aircraft. Wouldn’t it be weird if the guy hit by the plane were named Hilton, and it hit him in the head? That was a very Kevin Matthews thing to ask, but I couldn’t help myself. Here’s the whole story. PLANE HITS DUDE! I did walk on the beach today out on a sandbar and I got a really good leg workout. I had a little trouble getting back to shore and almost took a tumble right in front of the main beach and the head lifeguard. I hit an unexpected muck hole, but I used all of my leg strength to pull myself out of the quicksand. It could have been a disaster with my backpack, my iPhone and me landing in the drink. We are going out tonight with Janet’s brother to the Ruth’s Chris, and I having saving my calories all day for a buttery steak. I have doing pretty well with my diet and exercise down here in FL this winter, and I’m hoping that I can keep it going when I head back up north. Of course, it’s baseball season, and there’s always a lot of eating at Sox games. Wish me luck.