Last anyone saw of Jeff Spicoli, the dude was on the beach in Southern California, enveloped in an intoxicating haze.
He's in Omaha -- absolutely. Because of the tasty waves on Carter Lake, no doubt. (Don't laugh. As windy as it's been around these parts lately. . . .)
Anyway, I didn't actually have an official Spicoli sighting, but I did see his handiwork while walking on the Keystone Trail today.
Spicoli was here.
And, for killer bud's sake, here.
When I find Mr. Spicoli, I shall prevail upon him to run for mayor. That would be totally bitchin'.