Beavergeddon

Homos at the Plate

2009-08-24T09:36:00.006-05:00

Folks, this has got to stop. Next thing you know, they'll want to get married.

Why Spelling is so Important

2009-01-12T09:22:00.001-06:00

Inspiration for Today

2008-12-09T08:35:00.004-06:00

This is one sequel I will be seeing

2008-12-09T08:31:00.001-06:00

To Your Health

2008-11-14T10:39:00.003-06:00

This saying is framed on the walls of my doctor's office:

"For one sick, six things are good: to sneeze, to perspire, to open the bowels, to emit semen, to sleep and to dream."
– adapted from Talmud Berakoth 57b.

Hey, it feels good after you do each of these, so why not combine them? It's like when George Costanza combined all of his passions. He ate, watched TV and had sex at the same time.

From Seinfeldscripts.com:

[Monk's Cafe. Jerry and George.]

Jerry: So, the free love buffet is over?

George: I got greedy. Flew too close to the sun on wings of pastrami.

[George eats a sandwich and gets flustered.]

Jerry: What's going on?

George: I don't know. This sandwich is making me flush.

Jerry: Oh no, I'll tell you what you did Caligula; you combined food and sex in to one disgusting uncontrollable urge.

George: I think you're right. You gonna eat that?

Jerry: No, but please tell me that's all you're gonna do with it.

Happy Hour

2008-11-05T09:38:00.005-06:00

A few years ago, the Kansas City Zoo put an ad in the paper that didn't sit well with many people.

As so often happens when you use Google to search for things, you run across similar, and sometimes more interesting imagery. I present to you a collection of images, and then I ask you:

"Which animal are you?"

Go, Little Fucker, Go!

2008-11-04T08:50:00.003-06:00

Inspiration for Today

2008-11-04T08:49:00.002-06:00

Good Times

2008-10-24T14:43:00.004-05:00

You don't have to drink to have a good time with your friends. Really. But I will say that it's great when you can share some good whisky with your buddies.

We went on our annual Fall camping trip. I tell you, Fall is the best. The colors, the crisp air - you just can't beat it. It's so great to get away and have your only decision to be "should I fish, or should I not fish". After a few days of road tripping, laughing your ass off and general good timeseyness it sure is a pain in the ass to get back to working for a living.

Until next time,

Good food. Good conversation. Good times, lads. Good times.

Inspiration for Today

2008-10-24T14:41:00.005-05:00

Honesty in Politics

2008-10-13T22:19:00.002-05:00

Whatever your allegiance, this is still funny.

Inspiration for Today

2008-10-13T10:55:00.001-05:00

Let's Get this Election Over Already

2008-10-13T10:51:00.003-05:00

Enough of the bullshit. I'm tired of hearing the ads. I'm tired of getting phone calls. I'm tired of the junk mail. There should be a new law that limits the length of time the candidates are allowed to campaign.

Sword Fight

2008-10-01T11:29:00.001-05:00

Happy Birthday, Dice

2008-09-29T10:52:00.003-05:00

Today is your birthday, Diceman. Here's to you . . . . . SUCKIN' MY DICK! OOOOOOOHHHHHH!

Inspiration for Today

2008-09-26T11:37:00.002-05:00

The Art of Dan Collins

2008-09-25T10:56:00.005-05:00

Dan Collins has been doing published cartoons for 30 years. Some people are familiar with his work in "gentlemen's magazines". He's also been on greeting cards, newspapers and books. He ranges from the generic funny comic to the "Oh, fuck, that's sick but it's still funny" comic. You can check out his comics at dancollinscartoons.com. Just to make sure to tell you, several of his comics are NSFW, or really, most places anymore.

Beware of Smoke

2008-09-25T10:24:00.001-05:00

epiphany

2008-09-24T17:27:00.001-05:00

I got one of those cheapass knock-off MP3 players for being on the same job for 10 years and I had a buddy load some stuff on it, which he gladly did. I was in the middle of some mundane, git it done project when Robert Earl Keen's "Christmas from the Family" came on.

I don't know why I had to put every thing down and laugh myself silly, but the song just struck a very deep chord as a true portrait of what sort of stock I came from. I pretend to be refined and genteel, but truth be told, I have spent several Christmases making a run to the Kwik Mart with my cousins for Busch Lite, some margarita mix, a box of tampons and some Salem Lites. Of course, it does help to watch the video a few times to really get the picture, since the guy who plays the singer's brother in the song bears a scary resemblance to yours truly.

The reason that I found this little ditty so deeply funny is that after spending a lot of time with my cousins this summer, I realized that my extended family story looks more like "Raising Arizona" than "The Waltons." I have 2 cousins who have, or are doing hard time. I have 6 cousins who have, or are serving in the military and 2 of them graduated from service academies and even a couple who are drawing disability long before they are able to retire. Upper crust indeed.

I'm taking that little moment to mean that I should be happy with who I am and where I came from and that the so-called "riff-raff" in the family makes for a great story and for a source of pride, because, even though I know how to clean up good, sometimes that "eye of the outlaw" shows up in me and the best thing I can do is hope that I don't get caught...

even if I was wearing a panty-hose on my head.

Thanks Robert Earl for telling my family story so well that it makes me giggle even as I write this.

Inspiration for Today

2008-09-24T11:46:00.003-05:00

Brrrrrmmmmmpppphhhhhh! Brrrrrmmmmmppppphhhhhh! You motor-boatin' son of a bitch!

A Swift Kick in the Butt

2008-09-23T12:46:00.004-05:00

The Great Bill Watterson commented on his artwork in "The
Calvin and Hobbes Tenth Anniversary Book":

"People will pay for what they want, but not for what they need."

Amen, Bill. Amen.

Bitch Slap

2008-09-23T12:39:00.004-05:00

Bugs would have been a great pimp. He looked cool slapping the shit out of someone, and it looked like he had a good time doing it.

If you had the chance to be Bugs Bunny for a day, would you do it?

Inspiration for Today

2008-09-22T10:27:00.004-05:00

Everybody is good at something.

Sense of Humor (Part 2)

2008-09-22T10:22:00.001-05:00

Do You Believe in Angels?

2008-09-22T10:12:00.003-05:00

Well, do you?

I tell you, if this is my angel, I'm fucked.

One in a Million Photo

2008-09-05T15:49:00.003-05:00

Talk about having your camera ready at the right time. Sheesh.

Sense of Humor

2008-09-05T15:45:00.004-05:00

It's good when people have a sense of humor. It sure sucks when they don't.

I love good advertising

2008-09-02T09:12:00.002-05:00

Thiz shit has got to stop

2007-11-15T15:14:00.000-06:00

Just when the fuck did it become socially acceptable to misspell words? People are always putting a z on the end of a word instead of making it properly plural. It only becomes worse when they combine it with improper spelling. Dawgz, boyz, Katrinaz boifriend, ez gurl, Bobbyz Burger Howse. What the fuck is going on here? No wonder people hate America. When I see shit like that, I hate America. I don't applaud the freedom we have to express ourselves, I want to find these people and their parents and punch them in the fucking throat. It's not cute, people. It's stupid. Stop it.

If you work at a sign shop, or provide a service to create something that is displayed, you have a responsibility. Correct the mistakes. If you cannot spot the mistakes, try a spell check. Chances are, you are using a computer. The ability to check spelling has been on computers for quite a while. If you look, you may find that there is also software on your computer that checks for proper use of grammar. These tools are there because people are stupid. Use them. If you still have a problem, then we must employ what is called "thinning of the herd".

Remember to also check your use of the apostrophe. Just because a word has an s on the end of it, that doesn't mean you need to automatically put one in "just in case".

I hope this rant has helped at least one person. If anyone is offended, I say, "Eat shit, muthafukkaz."

The evolution of a word

2007-11-15T14:09:00.000-06:00

Words change their meaning over time. Some change a little, others really transform. Sometimes, not just the meaning changes, but the impact as well.

Take the word "extreme" for example. It gets used so often that it has lost its place as a word that really means something. Chevy put it on a piece of shit truck, for crying out loud. When someone tells me that they want something taken to the extreme, I think of that abomination of automotive engineering and marketing. The ad agency for GM should have put it truthfully:

Chevy Extreme: the same piece of shit we sold yesterday, but with more plastic on it. That's it people, we've reached the pinnacle. This is as good as it gets.

We had a debate around work about what the term "gay" really means anymore. It used to mean "lighthearted and carefree; characterized by cheerfulness or pleasure; brightly colored; showy; brilliant". Some time in the 20th Century, it changed to mean "homosexual", and loosely referred to lesbianism. Now it means, well, "gay". If someone says, "that shirt looks gay", I don't think they are saying it is "brightly colored, showy or brilliant". They don't like it. The shirt obviously isn't going to have inter-gender sex with another shirt, and they most certainly aren't telling me they like the shirt's cheerfulness.

The word "gay" has taken on a whole new transformation into something generic. Its versatility should make other words jealous. You can use it in place of "stupid", "ugly", "sloppy" or any number or words. Not only that, you can use it to convey an emotion, or fill in when you just can't find the right words.

Jane: "This pencil is not working."
Dick: "That is gay."

It really means nothing, but yet it is powerful enough to convey a message. Some years ago, I was blessed to receive an audio file that was an English lesson on the use of the word "fuck". The argument was that it was the most versatile word, and gave examples like:

"John fucked Shirley."
"Shirley fucks."
"I got fucked at the used car lot."
"Why don't you go outside and play hide and go fuck yourself?"

Now, I wouldn't be so bold as to suggest that the word "gay" can trump the word "fuck". That would be ludicrous. There may come a day, however, that it will be argued amongst social etiquette artists and a new edict will emerge.

Gay is the new Fuck.

Is it just me?

2007-11-06T15:58:00.001-06:00

Fall is here. The best season. The colors. The arrival of cool, crisp air. So, is it just me, or when a woman comes in from the outside, and exclaims that "it's chilly", do you instantly look at her nipples?

Treeginas

2007-10-15T18:27:00.001-05:00

response to "them wimmin"

2007-06-26T20:49:00.000-05:00

I feel your pain. Many times, it doesn't matter if you are right, it only matters if you were built with indoor plumbing. Women want an answer that gets to the emotion they are wanting you to invoke in them (and you). They don't want a voice of reason, intellect, insight, or truth. They want an affirmation of sorts, and they want you to be their girlfriend while you answer.

fuck that (unless there's a piece of ass in it)

them wimmin

2007-06-26T18:53:00.001-05:00

Oh man, I need a cigar and a beer...now!

First off, I'm finishing this annual review form that must have been formulated by the consensus of a committee of folk who haven't a full set of cojones among them. These vague, nebulous questions that are kinda, sorta about my feelings about my job just don't quite butter my toast. Look, I like the coffee, the vacation, the pay and the bennies, now leave me alone without all of the psychobabble about how I am going to actualize my potential even while I take a dump on company time.

Of course, when you try and bullshit the bullshitter, you're gonna get what you asked for, so my little one page form has blossomed into a six page dissertation (with references from everybody from Aristotle to Zig Ziglar) about what really gets me hot about my job and what it might take to make me fill out a resignation. Look these shiny lightbulbs on the Christmas tree want a load, I'll give them a load. You guys know what I'm good for.

#2 issue

Nancy Drew-yep, she's in the theater and my wife wants to take my wannabe 'tween daughter and her little buddy as well as the buddy's mom to the movies tonight while their younger sisters play together with my niece babysitting.

So far, so good. I'm supposed to have little to no involvement with this scheme, right?

Nope.

I get this call and I can feel the beavergeddon oozing out of the receiver and dripping on my shoulder while I try to acknowledge that I am listening to this wee mess. They are all at the buddy's house with the sitter and buddy's little sister doesn't want the buddy to go to the movies and by extension, the buddy's mom and guess what, the sitter is on the clock and the wannabe tweenie is unhappy because this date isn't gonna be much fun if it is just her and mom. My wife wants me to be Solomon and pull an equitable solution out of some bodily orfice so that all of them will have a really nice, nice time this evening.

My first mistake was this little phrase,

"ok, so who's the Mommy here?"

With that I flunked the Mr. Sensitive test yet again.

My second strike across the plate was this,

"Well it sounds like it's girls night out for the mommies."

That also went over like a turd in a punch bowl.

So I reverted to the "yep, uh-huh and I see," strategy while much discussion was occurring on the other end and by time the soliloquy about "if this happened, then we could do that." was done, I was given a relieved "good-bye." I'm not sure what part I played in that solution, nor why the call was necessary in the first place.

On the other hand, I don't need to make a phone call to find out if it's ok for me to feel better after this.

Pass me a glass and the matches.

With all due respect to MLK, but . . .

2007-03-24T10:42:00.000-05:00

"...I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the Troutslayer dream.

I have a dream that one day this household will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self evident: that the one thing that would make this even better would be a good blow job and a well-cooked meal."

I have a dream that one day in the hills of Taney County the sons and daughters of Willow, Kiltboy, Bumperboy, Whitesox, Midgetlover and the sons of the Taney Virgin will sit together at the table of bruthahood, and scarf down mountains of great vittles with a kickass beer.

I have a dream that one day even in the midst of the Beavergeddon, a desert place sweltering with the heat of estrogen and progesterone, it will be transformed into an oasis of marital bliss and post-coital napping.

I have a dream that my own children will on day live in a nation where they will not be judged by their tackle, but by the content of their live wells.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day in the household of the high priestess of the Beavergeddon, whose lips are presently dripping with the juices of the red tide and the spoink of Summer's Eve, will be transformed into a situation where the Ozark Joe would give the high priestess a Donkey Punch.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every fishing rod will be bent, every trout chew consumed, every bottle of Beam be emptied, every Gloria Cubana be lit, every stringer filled and the glory of the Troutslayer will be revealed and all flesh shall see it together, standing naked in the sun.

This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to Taney County. With this faith we will be able to hew from the mountain of whininess and bitching, a cellar for pizza and pitchers of Grain Belt. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of the rugrats a beautitful symphony of a mongoloid with a cowbell. With this faith, we will be able to ride together, to laugh together, to tie lines together, to snore together, to get drunk together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "What d'ya want? I want Food and Pussy. How come? It's just the way God made me."

And if Taney County is to become a great destination for the true Taneytime, this must become true, so suck that mofugga from the Bass Pro in Counciltucky! So suck that mofugga from the driveway at Wickerland Ranch!

So suck that mofugga from the boat corral at the Bassmaster's Swap Meet!

So suck that mofugga from a glass of chunky milk at the Fox and Turtlehead!

So suck that mofugga from the thong wearing co-eds at the Pizza Cellar!

So suck that mofugga from the dock at Ozark Beach!

Suck that mofugga from every hill and molehill of Taney County. From every mountainside, just suck that mofugga.

When we suck that mofugga, when we suck it from every village and hamlet from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up to that day when all Troutslayers, midget lovers, kilt wearers, pig fuckers, big gay guys, skinny guys with slippyfists and those virgins yet to be initiated will be able to join hands and sing in the words of that old Zappa spiritual, "Fuck me! you ugly son of a biiiiitch (you ugly son of a bitch.)"

There. I said it.

A Tale of 4 Titties

2007-02-21T07:27:00.000-06:00

Now, y'all have heard of the daughters of mama Destiny (no not that singing group with Beyonce and them, although that Beyonce, she looks like she might be related to these girls if you look at her hard enough), but I'm talking about those two ladies, Fate and Karma.

Most people gets them confused with each other, but see, they usually work in cahoots. Karma is the tease. She will give you the come-on with that wonder of an ass of hers and you go along with her and it's all fun and that until you realize that she put your nuts in a vise. She knows that paybacks are a bitch. Fact is, I wouldn't be surprised if she wasn't the one who invented that saying about what goes around, comes around.

Fate, she's different. She will seduce you until your balls turn blue, but it don't matter what you do, she will be calling the shots. Most of us men don't realize how Fate works until it's way too late and we're knee deep in baby shit and credit bills. So the word with her is you just as well be along for the ride.

Yep, most of us meet these gals somewhere along life's highway. It don't matter if you ain't picking up hitchhikers. They're gonna get in the car with ya and you just as well enjoy the ride. Better yet, see if you can make it a 3-way. I hope you live to tell about it.

Ranting

2007-01-10T09:17:00.000-06:00

Damn fucking Phil Collins. I thought the 80's were over. The radio
station we have on in the background apparently thinks that the man
was the greatest recording artist of all time. I listen to podcasts
on my computer with an earbud in one ear, so most of it is drowned
out. I do not have the luxury of a confined area where I can listen
with speakers. I try to still look accessible to the people in my
department without making myself an open target for interruptions.
Reminds me of the old Far Side cartoon titled "How Nature Says 'Do
Not Touch'".

I don't like my job right now. I feel like the guy in Office Space
before he goes to the hypnotist. They are trying to eliminate our
overtime here. Unfortunately, not everyone is adhering the new rule
of getting it approved prior to working it. Some people are above the
law, or so they think. I try to adhere to the rules, but you always
just get fucked by it. I am not happy about that. Overtime has helped
keep my wife at home (mostly), and occasionally allows us to have
extra money. Taking away from my family makes it hard to swallow all
of the little things about your job that you would just brush off. So
now when there are hot jobs that need done, my attitude is more of a
"fuck you" than "okay".

As the wife reminds me constantly, this all will pass. It always has.
Sometimes you need that voice of reason. Sometimes you wish the voice
of reason would just let you be pissed for a while. Maybe it makes
you sharper. I don't know, but that is probably just an excuse. I
remember the quote by Eleanor Roosevelt: "No one can make you feel
inferior without your consent". Good quote. Then again, she married
her cousin.

'bout time to call it a day

2007-01-03T07:12:00.000-06:00

I really dislike the leftover, sloppy seconds kind of a day that comes after a holiday because I had to kiss a lot of ass and yell at people who should have known better. Plus, I have to write about every little thing in excruciating detail for the record.

For example, I wrote 16 pages of notes in the electronic charting systrem and I sat with patients and families for the better part of 2 hours today, explaining things like why granny can't have pizza every night or her automatic defibrillator is gonna shock her ass to kingdom come, or why my 600 pound dude can't be slugging down 4 liters of Mountain Dew every day because he gained 120# in the past 90 days from fluid overload (this one has been an ongoing "dialogue" for the past 6 years.) Yes, Virginia, some folks seem to have the IQ of a carrot.

On the other hand,

there is the scenery (the 2 legged kind.) and I get to talk to them, lots.

there is the "job well done" note for an article that I helped write for the Register.

there is the fact that for 5 hours today, I got to listen to Springsteen while I wrote my sordid little tales of woe.

there is the knowledge that some people do better because I was there.

So, I guess today was a mixed bag, and sort of a smelly wrinkled hairy one at that.

Hmm..Muse? Here Musey, Musey......

Coolest song of the day; "The Rising" by Springsteen. I want that played at my funeral (not that I'm gonna go anytime soon). Just way cool.

Mmmmmmm...Beeerrr.....

2006-12-14T15:38:00.000-06:00

quoth that venerable pop icon, Mr. Homer J Simpson.

Yesterday, I did something that I haven't done in years, brewed myself a good batch of beer. I think the last time that I did such a thing at home was better than 10 years ago. I have lugged my kettle, bottles and carboys around for that length of time and it didn't occur to me to start brewing again, until....

I had a discussion with one of the Troutslayers about fishing, food and the spring fishing trip/retreat/solace from the Beavergeddon that we so look forward to each year. Since we have a little more than 100 days to go, it seemed logical (in a Red Green, Y-chromosome sort of way) to drag the brewing crap out of the garage and do a batch for the trip. After all, I hauled these awkward, odd and nearly-useless-for-any-other-purpose items around for 10 plus years because I might need it someday.

That someday finally arrived, when I could join the ranks of those who claim St Augustine, St Brigid, St Luke, St Wenceslaus, St Barbara and St NIcholas of Myra as their patrons for tne brewers craft, (who would have known that Santa Claus was a patron saint of brewers and beer? I'm all for it!)

I went to the brewstore and updated my gadgets (which was a the first pleasure of this venture) I talked a little shop with the owner and he showed me some photos of the marinas at Table Rock after the snow and ice storms of a couple weeks ago. Poor souls, some insurance guys were real busy after that storm.

But I digress....

We set up the equipment and I went though the process of getting the brew boiled. Of course, since it was a 55 degree day, we did it outdoors and therefore, I was able to have a couple beers and a good cigar during the boil (the second pleasure of this venture.) I had to modify the cooking pot with some power tools, so we got the power tool requirement out of the way and then it started. The recipe was as follows:

6 gallons water (2 gallons in brewpot and 4 gallons chilled in the fermenter)

Heat brewpot to 155 degrees and steeped for 30 minutes:

1 pound 40 degree lovibond crystal malt

1/2 pound toasted barley

Took grains out and heated up the pot to boiling, adding

6.6 pounds of Munton unhopped amber malt extract

1 tablespoon Burton salts

2 ounces of Fuggles pelleted hops (4.0%)

Boiled for 40 minutes and added

1/2 ounce Cascade pelleted hops (6.6%)

1 teaspoon Irish moss

Boiled for another 15 minutes, turned off the heat and added

1/2 ounce Cascade pelleted hops

We decanted the wort into a 25 liter carboy and then when it was cool, I pitched dry ale yeast into the brew and now it happily bubbles in the basement. The plan now is to finish the first fermentation in about a week, the second fermentation on New Years, with the bottling at that time and the first sips on Saint Patrick's Day. I should get about 16-18 quart bottles out of this batch.

The smell of the wort boiling, the company of a fellow troutslayer and a video from the Wet Spots (Do You Take It...) sent on to us made for the third pleasure of this venture.

Now, if I can only think of a name for this beer.

We'll keep ya posted

Thankfulness

2006-11-24T12:44:00.000-06:00

Normally, I don't get too much into making a litany of thank-yous and things to be thankful for. It comes off as self-serving and somewhat insincere. However, it is good to be thankful as an attitude, or more accurately to be grateful.
A grateful person is appreciative of the moment and what it has to offer, whether it is a sensory experience or an interaction with someone else that somehow makes your existence better because it happened. This season calls me back to take on that attitude more often and to enjoy the moment, rather than fretting about the future and dwelling on past mistakes.
So, in short, there's lots to be thankful for, but I'm not going to bore you with that. I am grateful for the gifts of the earth, my companions on this life's journey and the ability to savor the moment.

Hmm...better go fishin'

This Just In

2006-11-15T08:04:00.000-06:00

It has been scientifically proven that if we drink one liter of water
each day, at the end of the year, we would have absorbed more than
one kilo of Escherichia Coli (E. Coli) bacteria. E. Coli comes from
human and animal wastes. In other words, we are consuming one kilo of
shit. There are hundreds of strains of E. Coli, and although most
strains are harmless, E. Coli 0157:H7 is not. This strain produces a
powerful toxin and can cause severe illness. In some people, the
infection can also cause a complication called hemolytic uremic
syndrome, in which red blood cells are destroyed and the kidneys
fail. With intensive care, the death rate for hemolytic uremic
syndrome is 3% - 5%. (*information from the EPA).

The good news is that you do not run this risk when drinking beer.
Alcohol has to go through a distillation process of boiling,
filtering and fermenting.

So, what have we learned today? Drink beer. It is better to drink
beer and talk shit than to drink water and be full of shit.

I don't feel bad

2006-11-10T11:29:00.000-06:00

I went into today not wanting to work. I mean REALLY not wanting to
work. I've completed the tasks I knew had to be done today, but I'm
just "phoning in" the rest of my performance. Now, I'm doing
something I typically hate. I am making myself look busy so I don't
have to work. It is a good thing that I don't have a really important
job where someone's life is in my hands because today, well, they
wouldn't make it. The crisp fall air is calling my name and so is my
bed. God, I want to sleep. I'd love to just take a nap now, but it
would probably be one of those ones where you wake up and feel like
shit.

Meat

2006-10-25T07:06:00.000-05:00

Meal time has always been a significant part of any social gathering. Sitting down to a meal puts everyone in close proximity, eye to eye. Good conversation is inevitable, after the meat has been devoured.

Meals with the troutslayers have always been amazing; have smoker will travel. I can't imagine a better group of people with which to share some meat.

Return to Reality

2006-10-23T09:59:00.000-05:00

Well, the camping trip is over. Mother Nature showed us her ugly face
and tried to run us off. She had no idea that we just didn't care. We
brought plenty of wood (no pun intended) and a lot of ingenuity. She
was no match for us on that day. I've heard the expression "If life
gives you lemons, make lemonade". Well, we made a fucking lemon
meringue pie.

First Post

2006-10-18T09:21:00.000-05:00

This is the first of (hopefully) many posts. As I write this, we are
getting ready to go on our annual fall camping trip. Crisp air, the
beauty of fall, good friends, good food and laughter await us. Life
is good.