Double Dose of Dill Pickles: August 7, 2009
making all of this more fun is the fact that our fiddle player’s dad put up a chicken wire fence at the entrance to their driveway but never told anyone. Nik commutes by bike, and arriving home at night, he didn’t see the obstacle in the dark, and went flying over his handlebars, landing on his face and shoulder (I had a similar accident last summer).
Nothing seems to be broken, but he’s been taking it easy this week. If the arm doesn’t work by friday… well, he also plays harmonica.
