"You're a hard man to get ahold of."

Two longtime friends told me that today.

Well, yeah. I'm the Homeless Editor. It's like trying catch a greased pig. (No need to carry that metaphor much further, thank you very much.)

Making it worse, I'm pretty quick for a man my size and age -- unless I'm engaging stairs.

When I was not being recruited for big-time football, one scout said "he's big for a man his size." And "he's unable to use his girth to his advantage -- unless his advantage is having another bratwurst."

That wasn't actually a scout.

It was my mom.

There's been a little movement on the job front. Kind of like a wincing flicker. Or a flicking wincer. There was once contact plus one sign of an opening. It's better than nothing.

Have a beautiful weekend.

Peace and bratwurst unto all of you my brothers and sisters.