How to Scare the Pants Off Someone

With halloween quickly approaching, now would be a good time to for me to suggest a great way to give a friend or loved one a case of the nervous squirts.  Let's say, for example, that Marcy got the mail after work (on a day that she got home early) and saw this letter addressed to me:

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 And then having several hours to consider just what stupid thing (there could be many) your husband has done as you fail to get a hold of him via phone.  Federal Investigative Services huh?  Maybe they feel that a "licensed professional" shouldn't be publishing pics of himself on the web wearing revealing women's clothing or licking his nads?  

It turns out that it was a request for a reference for someone applying for some sort of federal gig.  Why they would think to ask me for a reference is a mystery to me.  Did they not google my name?  Oh wait, if you google my name you gets thousands of websites dedicated to a now deceased 50's heartthrob.  Oh well, at least they were kind enough to tell us to "have a nice day".

Now, onto the creak.  I've mentioned several times recently that I had a creak somewhere in the front end of the bike.  I'd tried several times to tighten the stem and bar clamps, checked the headset for adjustment and looked for obvious cracks in either the fork or head tube area all to no avail.  On Sunday's ride, the creaking was getting so obnoxious that I started to imagine a cracked steerer tube ala George Hincapie  or some sort of internal head tube problem so when I got back I pulled the fork and found nada, nothing, zilch.  Not that I was hoping to have a throw away fork but at least then I would know what the problem was.  When I finally gave up and reinstalled the fork I finally found the culprit.  As I tightened the headset, the danged star nut pulled right out of the fork steerer tube.  Sons a bitch.  Never seen that one before but it must have been the cause of the creaking.