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James Bond was always one of my heroes growing up. I absolutely love all the movies. I actually own the DVD’s to quite a few of them. Unlike most Bond fans, Roger Moore is my favorite, not Sean Connery. I think Pierce Brosnen did a bang up job as well. Some of you don’t know who James Bond is; shame on you. Please don’t quit reading this blog because I am exposing my fanatical James Bond allegiance. There is a greater meaning here. Hang Tight. The affinity for James Bond movies is a symptom of what seems like an insatiable desire for adventure. I have always been like that. I love adventure. I have always loved doing things that others think are ridiculous, whether it be jumping out of trees onto a trampoline, jumping from cliffs into the ocean, jumping out of planes, or being in places in the Middle East where bombs have been dropped. It gets my adrenaline going. There is nothing like adrenaline coursing through your veins. Sometimes you get that taste of iron in your m...

Welcome back to the world of Tim. It’s not that exciting. Well, maybe it is. I guess if you get out much, my life is a pretty good one through which to live vicariously. So, for all you homebodies, I am going to try to share some nuggets from my world. Maybe it will brighten your days. Maybe it will piss you off. I am quite certain that both are possible if you simply apply yourself. Some words to catch you up: A lot has happened since I last wrote in June. I took a quick trip up to Milwaukee. Wes Sanderson and I drove a U-Haul to Milwaukee to deliver Tyler’s furniture and stuff. He moved there in September I believe. I don’t remember the exact dates. It was a cool trip. We went to a Brewer’s game. We also went to a few microbreweries. We traveled down to Chicago. We circled Wrigley Field several time but never went into the game. We couldn’t find tickets cheap enough for Wes, not that Wes is cheap (in case he is reading this). I think it became a dual for him. We ...