something to write about when dealing with customer service
PROFESSIONALS hired the day before one deals with them, wondering
and now fully understanding why these jobs are outsourced to third
world countries because anyone on the face of the planet can do a
better job.



Today is Friday last nite was Thursday and the first ever fred's
Farmersville fiveway rave run was held on the warmest November 30th
Ive experienced. Fred designed this unique clover leaf looking
course solely on his own and he's got flair for course design, maybe
in another life he designed golf courses but that would be weird,
maybe something else but I can't think of what it might be now. So
who there – ed, fred & me / evan. What would a bio include re
those there? Ed. From Ephrata. Fred: Rave run founder. Evan
author of what is that's written on this page, bad grammar,
misspellings and all. Ed = drives jeep. Is a jeep thing?
Understand? Ed attracts chicks as evidenced by Escarpment
pictures. Fred too drives a green car. Fred designs courses. Fred
knows a thing or two about whiskey and the eastern wedge of land
bordered by three two two and route thirty. He could give a good
lecture on the finer points of Farmersville rd. Farmersville rd
is one of the rds we ran, along a few others like amishtown, butter
(not the manheim twip one). Two not there but orig sched'd to be:
aimee & peter. Rumors have circulated about peter's afternoon
trists dunno if a five way was way out of the question. Aimee is
ed's pal and knows whiskey too. Both not there for some reason that
contains four letters starting with the letter double you. So on we
go, to the run, which began at the groffdale Mennonite church not
far off 23. make a left out of the lot, cross a little bridge and
get to the hallowed 5 way intersection that by this time should have
some kind of significance to you the reader. So thru it and on the
1 o clock position me ed fred go this way and by now the moon's up
and nothing but a cool breeze, farmland and farmhouses are around,
along with an occasional traveler headed home to who knows what.
Fred knows the way & I don't. this is the big leaf of the
cloverleaf look of the course. We're headed in clockwise
directional. Do I know which road this comprises, not without
consulting the ma – Wissler & something or other. back to the
intersection cross to the ten o clock position round another
clockwise loop. There's a nice breeze that cools as a headwind,
pushes along as a tailwind. Round this loop past a church with a big
cemetery and lots of stables to park buggies. Back a narrow farm
road by a house with a nicely decorated tree lit up. back to the
intersection, head back toward the church but make a right before,
this a counterclockwiser, not as big as the first. What goes on in
one's head while running? Word association – queen's bicycle song is
perect w/"you say black, I say white, you say dog, I say fight, hey
man don't believe in peterpan, frankenstien or superman…." Or
something like that. Onward, toward the [other] butter rd, round we
go, back Farmersville and up over the hill to the lot. And then we
wnet to maggies, injested 2nd hand smoke, fred coined the baked in
the walls phrase, we wondered what and how many your places were
around and who the owner was, whether or not he had the big house
overlooking the road to the road to no where, learned that Richard
gere hangs out in Mohnton and eased down the vitamin y and
whateverother greasy vittles.