First, I recommend that you keep your voice down for fear that any surgeon should hear you and...prescribe. How they love to prescribe. Second, a good hammock in the almond grove with a drink, well aged should put you better, if not right.
Had surgery following a botched root canal. Even as the drill was digging into my jaw I thought, "At least this isn't the 18th century." In celebration of a horrible day under the knife, I'll take a heaping order of the special.
I didn't fully express how grateful I was for the live music. I've wanted live music in the crew for years, so when Mark and John plucked out a song or two or twelve the other night, wow. Thanks for that and please do more.
If you knew MadPete like we do...
There once was a sailor named Pete
Who would grin both in ease and defeat
It was somewhat beguiling
That he never stopped smiling
Even when his last rites were complete
Huzzah Mercury!
capatain, mostly due to william...
Ohhhh no. I have to pass credit along to those who fed and furnished. John, Janet and Bo did more than me. I just wear one hat among the many good people of the crew.
Rumors of my death, have been greatly exaggerated...
...and so forth.
Made it home after 1 in the morning last night. My many thanks to everyone who participated. You all made it what it was and we we're greatly praised by factions from the fort.