MIKEY'S BACK! Plus a few other additions to the Homestead

Pictured above is the dapper young man who showed up on our front porch this past Monday.  Turns out the stranger was Mikey! Oh, how we had forgotten!
This is the fighter jet that is now parked under our car port. Performs well, but still needs to be jumped each time.

This is our friend from Warren Wilson College. His name is Conor MacGheehan and he was the previous owner of the Fighter Jet, as well as the one who saved the day for Krauss and then made fun of her for not moving her truck for 6 months when all it needed was a jump.

This past Monday, a tall, blond, dapperly-dressed young man walked into 17 Nebraska carrying a bike box, a couple pieces of luggage, and a stack of Stripper Trading Cards (Upper Deck, no doubt) that he picked up in Vegas.  Not being the type to turn away shiftless hobos or even prim-looking Yuppies, the three perma-residents (Lexy, Lateef, and Krauss) welcomed this nice young man into their house.  It wasn't until a couple hours later that they realized that this kid was, indeed, Mikey--their old housemate from three weeks back that left sometime mid-March for a trip "out west" to fit some adventures in-between a couple NMBS bike races.  With the house complete again, the four ate dinner with Phil "The Fifth Beatle So-to-Speak" Shaw and Marshall "What's Wrong with this Picture?" Hance.  It was an attempt to bring back the family dinner. One day at a time.  Either way, Mikey moved his stuff back in and promptly began looking up future races, to see when he could get the hell out of here again.

In other exciting additions, Lateef picked up a Foosball table. It's so janky and therefore amazing. Plus it can be turned into not-air-but-still-hockey, pool, table tennis, and shuffleboard (Tell that to the Flawda boys!)  Then there's the return of the fighter jet, which is Kylie's truck: a 1990 Ford Ranger, standard, no power-steering, but one hell of a paint job done by previous owner Conor MacGheehan.  It had been sitting at WWC since September, needing nothing but to be jumped, which I finally got around to this past Friday.  Now we have a truck that won't start without being jumped taking up one-half of the car port.  We could've put the foosball table there, but darn...