As I peered over the window sill this a.m. all I saw was an empty driveway except for the two horses who get out every night, apparently go have a few beers down the road, come back & wait by the gate to be let back in the paddock. I suppose if I fixed the fence.... The upshot of all this is that once again, for the 34th year, there is no boat for coldH2O. Back to the float tube dreams, in which I am a young, virile, & eager young man. They say three strikes & you're out. We'll see. Merry Christmas Day. Except for O'Lielly.
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