A near packed house on Tripper Tuesday made the shortened week feel like Friday and when I got that call at 7:23 I knew someone wanted me in both versions of the morning show. And so I felt compelled to do my double dip of Tripp sending me in caloric deficit for the big feast happening at my sisters house two days hence. When ever I take two classes I try to hold back but the magic man moves my pedal stroke into my autonomic unconscious and my alien spin gene takes command.
Our mop top crusader of good deeds was handing out green wristbands for victims on the south shore and Hurricane Sandy. Always the humanitarian whether he’s fighting for the hungry, for cancer victims and now the victims of Mother Nature. I think one day we will see Mr. Doherty immortalized in bronze in his iconic pose of outstretched arms looking to the heavens for divine guidance. Tripp Doherty; you gotta love him, and I do.
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