We're just going to slip through a black hole and go back to the beginning. See ya'll here in 13.75 billion years, or so. Don't forget to set your alarms.
Aaannnd now for a running goat joke. But, before the cat gets your tongue, the dog eats your homework or Mission gets your goat, Happy Birthday! I lift a cup of coffee and a strip of bacon to your health! May it be eggcellent!
(This post may have been influenced by breakfast.)
OK, triple posting here. So sue me. I gotta comment on the mortar shot. The overcast day served to drop the exposure settings so that the burning powder within the ball of smoke caused a glow from within. Difficult lighting, Tony nailed it. There's nothing modern in the picture. Fantastic shot.
And lest I forget, as I am often wont to do, thank you Fayma and Tony Callahan, Pappa and Momma Ratsey, for adopting us poor pyrates and taking on so much for our benefit. You guys are priceless.
Thanks, Willie, that was great!
Sterling! Hardly spoke to you in Key West this year; so busy, the both of us.
Pete, it was indeed a pleasure to meet you. Do you live Florida? I noticed that you have been to some of the St. Augustine gatherings. I mean to get to some of those this year.
Aye, he's older than he acts. So that could make him anything from about seven on up. Happy Birthday, Sawbones McCroaker!
Wait! I didn't mean it! PUT DOWN THE CLYSTER!!!!
Leigh, William, Jon, Silas and Sam, Thank you very much. William, we forgot (again) to celebrate the Decemberists! There should be a special group toast, at least.