Knowing jimmy and I cross paths on Thursday afternoons, I gave him a call. He was in Oakland on his way to Tline and I was on my way to WISP to pick up daughter's jacket she had left there a few weeks back. He says to me "if you're going to be at WISP, you should go skiing". Normally I don't need an excuse, but I was feeling a little guilty as I had skied 7S on Wednesday and WT on Monday and needed to get home. The guilt quickly faded away as I headed for the lift. I did a bunch of laps and then decided to head home shortly after dark. When I got to Rt.219, I again hear jimmy's voice "you should come to the Valley and ski Tline with me on Friday, its only 30 miles down the road". Hmmm...should I take a left (home) or a right (Tline) on Rt.219? After much debate, I over come jimmy's (bad?) influence and head home.
On the way home, I called my wife and told her I got the jacket and that I decided to ski for a while. There was an uneasy silence, the silence was only broken when I said "jimmy made me do it".