G-mornin knuckleheads. Half of '22 gone. TGIF. Working 8, then off 3. Bear and I will give it a try Sunday morning. 70 now. 92 later. Chance of storms through the weekend.

Here's one submitted by Plumbob.

Bob was out riding his bike in the Maryland countryside daydreaming of days gone by when he noticed one of his tires needed air. He went to his local service station where he noticed the price for air was $1.50. "I remember when air was free," Bob told the attendant. "Why the charge for air?," Bob asked. "Inflation," the attendant said.

Have a good Friday assorted ding dongs and angling humanoids.