Mmmm…Pizza

We were sup­posed to go up to Ker­shaw, SC today to see fel­low MMC mem­ber John Haff race POS in the SCCA Solo I & II event there, but we didn’t make the trip. The weather was listed as iffy all week and this morn­ing we checked the radar and fig­ured that we were going to have a very rainy day and that Ker­shaw prob­a­bly would too. I’m sure John, who with his wife Carol were already up there, got in some laps because it looked like they didn’t get wet until a lit­tle after noon time. A cou­ple other cou­ples from the Club were also plan­ning on going, but I don’t know if they made the wet drive up or not.

We mostly hung around the house and lis­tened to the rain hit the roof. I sorted through nearly all of 4,000 pho­tos in the My Pic­tures direc­tory and renamed, resorted and arranged in direc­to­ries. I still have about 350 in the “Photo Dump” direc­tory that need sort­ing or more like delet­ing. While I worked on the dig­i­tal pic­tures Donna sorted through a bunch more of the old pho­tos in the Big Box of Mor­ri­son Mem­o­ries. Included in there was another blast from from the Miata past. About a month after pick­ing up our first Miata, a 1990 Mariner Blue A pack­age, we drove down to New Orleans for Christ­mas. I don’t remem­ber what I got for a present that year (if you don’t count the new car), but the Miata got a cracked wind­shield on I-20/59 in Alabama.

After the rains cleared here this evening Donna and I went down­town to get some pizza at Ferrando’s. While not the pin­na­cle of the pizza peak, the pie from Ferrando’s is right up there past the tree line and there is none bet­ter in Aiken.