Three Things You May Not Have Seen

According to lonelyplanet.com, my very own US Virgin Islands is the number one destination spot for 2012. I knew it, and I am going. Twice….maybe thrice. I have always found St Croix in the mid 80’s, clear blue water, white sand, cheap rum, lush vegetation, good food and nice people.

I bought a new dive camera that shoot stills and video and works above and below water. It was designed for extreme sports and is water proof to 130 feet and shock proof. I installed a wireless card that takes the images from the camera and sends them to my iPad automatically without wires or cables.

When I travel, I no longer carry a computer with charging cords and assorted cables to process pictures and blog. Just a lightweight table with charger and everything else is wireless.

Speaking of wireless doodads, I picked up this nifty thermometer that measures meat temperature and smoker temperature remotely.

I can set up a 16 hour smoke and go to bed. What I’ll do is set the darn thing to wake me up if the planned temperature gets too high or too low. Then I set the receiver by the bed and come up with some good dreams. When I wake up…I have BBQ!

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I Had to get this Off my Mind

I have three things I wish to discuss this morning and those being; Geology, Philosophy and Collards.

I find geology fascinating. I love rocks, fault lines, volcanoes; plate tectonics….you name it. I seriously considered majoring in geology back in college. To this day, I’ll pull over in my truck if I see an interesting road cut, just to examine what went on geologically.

St Croix is very geologic and is near an active plate. I spend a lot of time looking at rocks and hills both above and below the water.

It would be so much fun to sit through a semester or two of university level Geology 101 again. The lab work was fun too.

Logic is another subject I love. We absorbed a lot of logic in philosophy back in college. I used to love studying the classic arguments of logic. I remember many to this day.

Recently I have had a resurgence of love for the common collard. I eat them fresh, frozen or canned. I swear the canned chopped collard would be good on a hotdog.

When I make them fresh, I add sugar.

I love the nutrient rich juice left over called “pot liquor”.

Whole Collard leaves could easily be used in ethnic recipes that call for grape leaves. I even thought about making redneck sushi where I would roll pork BBQ with a layer of rice, then wrap it in a collard leaf and slice and serve like sushi. Add sauces for dipping.

I had the Upper Hand

Yesterday I attended an old fashioned “Reading of the Will” with an attorney and surviving spouse at her home.

The estate is large enough where we have to take our time making the correct decisions for the survivors.

As solemn as the moment was yesterday, I had moments where I was guffawing inside.

I volunteered to pick up the attorney at his office, have lunch to prep, and make the hour drive up to her home. I greeted the attorney in my pick up truck and offered a dozen eggs as a gift. I was dressed business casual and he had on a suit. He didn’t quite know what to say.

He invited me to lunch so he was paying (business rules) and all I got was a bowl of soup and water. This threw him again. I just wasn’t that hungry.

Then we arrive at my/our client’s home and she greets him formally with a hand shake and gives me a bear hug.

I love it when I can make stuffy and formal feel unnatural when it is generally accepted.

In the end we will take good care of her. I am going to make numerous calls today with her via conference call to assist her in settling and notifying various agencies.

Tweaks Before I Travel

I am starting to make little piles and lists of thing that I will take to St Croix.

Sundays dive revealed a bad connector on my inflator hose, and the dive computer was telling me that the battery was low. I fixed both issues today. I would hate to discover the problem down there where getting parts can be a hit or miss.

In case you are shocked to hear that, yes, I have a dive computer, they are very common. The computer consists of a small puck of electronics that calculates a whole host of things to keep me well within the boundaries of safe diving. Divers constantly refer to the computer during a dive.

And finally I think I got a permanent fix hopefully for my favorite mask. I dropped off my Spare Air tank to be serviced. I would hate to have my backup emergency air fail on me when needed,

Yellow boys were located yesterday and the famed swimming trucks will make the trip again this year. Yellow boys have become the Bret Favre of swimming apparel.

Things are starting to fall into place.

Rasta Clause is coming.....

In 40 days.

This Year is Fine so Far

What a thrilling day for me personally. I got back in the water for the first time since Gigi’s surgery.

It is unusually warm here now, and today’s high was 65. The water at the quarry was 50 at the surface, and 40 degrees at 60 feet of depth. The surface air temperature made prep was very tolerable.

More importantly is the community at the quarry. There were at least 2 dozen folks there working on Quarry Facilities, cooking food, and diving. All volunteers who love diving.

I belong to this non profit diving club, The PDRA, and they support 3 area quarries. Annual dues are $70, and we all agree to abide by the rules of the quarry and common dive practices. For that, we get a key to the quarry, and a card saying we are in good standing.

We have shelters, set up benches, sunken buses and boats, underwater platforms, an outhouse, electricity and water….and a bunch of knowledgeable fun loving divers. We share food, beer, and dive stories.

The Boston Butt was fantastic. It was moist, it had a nice bark and smoke ring, and very tender with a hint of apple smoke. I may have to make a few of these next year for tailgating.

A good day.

Post One, Day One

Happy New Year every one! I personally don’t say Happy New Years….it drive me crazy.

As of 7 AM I have a Boston Butt (shoulder) on the smoker for an all day slow cook with apple wood.

And as southern tradition holds, we will cook a giant batch of collards and have black eye peas. Corn bread is good but not required. This is the traditional New Year day meal that our parents taught us to make for good luck in the coming year.

In an hour or so after feeding the herd and flock I’ll head up to the quarry and get off a few dry suit dives.

Then back to the home where I’ll watch our final game of the season and hope for an upset.

It sounds like a good day.

Post 426 Finishing 2011

What a year. It all started okay and ended okay with a lot of scary stuff in the middle.

My readership is up about 65% from levels the same time last year. That is so cool. Thank you to everyone who stops by daily to read my drivel.

I took some fun trips this year.

Two of the trips were to San Francisco early in the year where I met fellow blogger Phfrankie Bondo at The Shack. A swell guy he is. He showed me how to spin a chicken and why it is worth the effort. And we drank some good wine and had lots of laughs.

I did a ton of scuba diving this past year. I finally got off shore of North Carolina on 3 dives.

We did us some great tailgating, grilling and camping this year and left the RV down in Southport.

Gigi had the surgery of all surgeries. Almost 9 hours, 20 bolts and two metal rods later she struggled to survive the first 24 hours. It was a living nightmare but we survived.

I took care of her; I ran the house, took care of the animals and worked. And I found out how great and caring some people are. It is their nature. And I found out just how useless and shallow other people are. It is their nature. Compassion doesn’t necessarily run down blood lines either.

In the end all the struggle brought Gigi and I even closer together. Throughout the recovery my theme to her was, “Don’t worry, I got your back covered.”

I let no one mistreat her, take advantage of her or give her substandard care.

Just the other day I lost it in the pharmacy when a zit faced clerk informed me that they couldn’t fill a scrip until Tuesday because it was too soon. I went on a tirade about wiping her face and butt, combing her hair and brushing her teeth, coaching her to breath in the hours just after the procedure, rolling her on and off a bed pan, helping her struggle to walk and now it comes down to a 20 year old telling me my wife must endure pain until Tuesday because you said so. I lost it but got the medicine she needs.

Things are much better now but she has a very long road to recovery.

It has been a fantastic year. And thanks for stopping by.

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It wasn’t Safe in the Water

I had stopped by a small beach on typical black water river that I often see in Eastern NC. The water runs very still and it is clear yet black in appearance from all the tannic acid left by rotting vegetation. It sounds nasty but black water rivers are beautiful to me.

On the beach were planks supported by poles. It looked strange.

Way over on the far bank was a group of juvenile alligators sunning in the mid day warmth.

A friend and I were standing at the waters edge when out of nowhere small silver fish began to jump on land. They were followed by large mature flounder that were literally walking on what appeared to be crude chicken type legs.

The flounder started gobbling up the fish and snapping at us. I was instructed to get up on the planks for safety because a flounder can deliver a nasty bite.

In just a few moments the alligators joined in the carnage. We watched the bizarre scene from the platforms in amazement of what we were witnessing.

Wow! Two nights in a row of very vivid dreams.

Mighty Fine Plane

It was the most fantastic, futuristic catamaran airplane that I had ever seen. It had clean lines and curves like I’ve come to expect from Apple products. I don’t know who manufactured and designed this plane but it was a work of art.

The whole plane was white on white with white leather seats, plush carpeting, and richly piled headliner made the inside quiet under power.

There were just hints of rich burl wood trim here and there and the lighting was soft and indirect.

Inside the air was very fresh and perfectly temperature controlled.

And it was mine. It all seemed perfectly believable and Gigi knew how to fly it.

We took off with one of the dogs for a maiden flight. I was stretched out on a large rear sofa watching the night sky from an almost silent cabin. Cedie was asleep on the floor.

One we reached cruising altitude Gigi informed me that she was going to leave the plane on auto pilot, and she would be leaving for a while to run some errands. She entered another small cabin and undocked from our plane and went on her way.

I went in the back and fell into a deep sleep.

I awoke 8 hours later and Gigi was not back. I became worried. I could see that it was now morning and our altitude had dropped significantly. Something must be wrong.

I frantically looked for an instrument cluster or radio but none was apparent. What in the world was I going to do?

Suddenly the dog started barking and I woke up.

Damn that was a good dream. I want a catamaran plane.

Very Soon

State Taxes

North Carolina will raise their fuel tax by 4 cents January 1 to 38 cents per gallon. Combine the federal tax, and we are in the top 5 fuel taxed folks in the country.

If I drive 10 miles from my office to South Carolina I can save $9 a tank for diesel.

On booze, I pay $52 for a half gallon of Makers Mark in NC. In SC it is $42 for the same bottle.

SC here I come in 2012.

From a Recent Graduate of the Instutute

Important not to confuse your buckets!!!

Goodbye Old Friend

My first generation iPod Touch died in action Christmas Eve. It was toward the end of the tailgate and it just went silent. Efforts to reboot failed and it was pronounced dead later that afternoon.

That old iPod was a Christmas gift from Gigi years ago, and it alone led me down the slippery slope of Apple gadgets.

Unresponsive

It was so cutting edge….it had apps and wifi. I could send and receive email….surf the web.

It made it down to St Croix numerous times before taking a back seat to my iPhone.

The iPod led to the iPhone and the iPhone led to the iPad. Before I knew it I was hooked on Mac.

I daydream about all the future Apple gadgets and it all started with an iPod.

Merry Christmas

A Christmas Win 48-16

The last home game of the season. I will miss our little lake.

A very minimal spread but good. First time without a grill.

Oysters shells from games past.

Three dead dogs leftover.

A flood of cops come back to settle a few drunks at the game.

Life is surely good for me. Merry Christmas.

2012 Come on Down!

I am really looking forward to 2012. I like even numbered years over odd, and 2012 is so symmetrical. It has a good feel. And for those of you who lack the ability to see what color is associated with 2012; it is green.

2011 was yellow and I am glad to see it go.

Not since 2000 have I been so excited about a number.

Come on 2012!

Emotion Suppression

I have a headache and a sick heart. I learned today, that yesterday a client of mine died in a car wreck. He was a true friend.

The pain I feel is personal and professional….such a waste….so many plans gone undone.

He was 68 years old and had many more years to go.

This is such a bad time of year to die. Any time of year is bad, but Christmas is the worst.

I have notified the people that need to be notified, and I will meet with the widow next week.

Still I have a big lump in my throat. It was so unexpected.

His Skills Will Be Missed

I remember reading this when It happened. He inspired me to pick up the game of golf. So sad.

From ESPN - The greatest golfer in history is gone.

North Korean dictator/superstar golfer Kim Jong-Il has died at 69 -- a fitting age, because 69 is under par on every regulation golf course.

Associated Press

Kim Jong-Il never needed a swing coach to master the sport of golf.

Kim shot 38 under, including 11 holes-in-one, at the 7,700-yard championship course at Pyongyang in the VERY FIRST golf round of his life, according to North Korean state media. This was in 1994, when Kim was 52 years old. Even more impressive, Kim stood just 5-foot-3, yet he was able to overpower a course as long as any ever played in major championship history. Who knows how good Kim could have been if he had taken up the sport earlier? Who knows how many times he bested 38 under in the 17 years since his first round?

What we do know is that no matter how many more majors Tiger Woods does or doesn't win, the debate of Tiger vs. Jack is really an argument about who is the second-best golfer in history.

More than his undisputed greatness on the course, it's probably Kim's simple approach to the game that will be his enduring legacy. While other great golfers have written books full of tips, tricks and swing thoughts, Kim had the best approach to conquering the sport of golf: Have your national propaganda department lie for you.

Try it out the next time you hit the links!

How to Plan a Party

Just another helpful tip from Mental Vacation.

Stuff I Want to Do in 2012

Get my Padi Rescue Certification and get my Padi Nitrox Certification. Then learn to side mount dive with two tanks.

Launch my weather balloon to space.

Go to St Croix two or more times. Dive, dive, dive.

Go back to San Francisco with Gigi. Go back to Phoenix with Gigi.

Spend more time in Southport and Jekyll.

Learn to master my Weber smoker.

Rebuild my deck. The deck needs a new surface and I want a more customized man space cooking area. I think I can do this myself.

Buy and install a new Jeep Roof.

Buy Gigi and new car.

Take a road trip with the guys to a football game.

Play a little more golf.

Every Five Years Starting at 50.....

The good news is all day I can have all the clear liquids and yellow jell-o I want. Then at cocktail hour this afternoon I have two for one MoviPreps. They say it will really give you a run for your money.

In other news....I watched my first 3D HD TV the other day and it darn near scrambled my brain. It made my right eye hurt too. Yes it was more than realistic, more like surreal. The trickery is amazing but truly made my head hurt.

Southport, NC

Yesterday I woke up sick so I decided to slip on down to Southport, NC and deliver that imaginary cat to my mother in law.

It worked out just fine for me. I listened to the first half of the Carolina/Houston game and watch the second half at a local bar on the Cape Fear water front.

Southport is a unique North Carolina port town. It is small and very historic. It is located at the mouth of the Cape Fear River and is the entry point for traffic to the port in Wilmington, NC.

Bald Head island is nearby as is Oak Island.

I overnighted in the RV, visited a friend and client and headed back this afternoon.

A small section of downtown Southport. The Cape Fear River is behind me about 100 yards.

Here is the pier at Southport. Look closely and you can see the second brightest lighthouse in the world. The lighthouse is still running even though it is not necessary.

I love an old cemetery. These are some of the oldest graves in North America. When the Charleston earthquake hit it was felt all the way up to Southport. Locals thought it was The Rapture and ran to this cemetery to watch the bodies rise from the grave.

The old waterfront Yacht Basin. Lots of good eateries here.

A typical historic house in Southport. The TV series Matlock was filmed in Southport and Wilmington. I saw them filming an episode years ago.

Sick Dreams

I woke up Sunday with a fairly nasty sore throat, so that put a stop to the diving plans. Overnight the cold intensified and that set the stage for some darn good dreams.

By some strange circumstance I had been chosen to be President Obamas chief assistant. I was at his side constantly watching his back and offering advice.

I remember the protocol....yes Mr. President, no Mr. President. That would be a good idea sir.

All the while my skin was crawling because I can't stand the man personally, but I had a duty to uphold that I did to my best ability. I respect the office and all it stands for.

Damn stressful night it was.

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wReggie-1 Winter-0

I have always wanted an outdoor heater but wasn’t willing to pay $500. I bought this one at Home Depot yesterday for $99.

My brother in law had one going while we were grilling, and the darn thing was so warm he had to throttle it back. It made outdoors at 46 degrees comfortable.

Imagine the possibilities….tailgating, camping, sitting on the deck, winter diving…..

Siblings At Christmas

Realize I am 5' 71/2 tops and I look like a giant.

Stuff I Do Not Like

Don’t care at all for clowns, sock monkeys, marionettes, or a ventriloquist dummy. Add a flying monkey to that list too. It all creeps me out.

Only at An NFL Game

Time Warps and Anticipation

Its 57 days until my coveted winter island vacation. With travel now in sight, my mind tends to drift to island land in my dreams.

Last night I was there, Gigi and I. I walked to the dive shop to get on the morning schedule when I suddenly realized I forgot to pack my dive gear. I was panicked. I hate to rent dive gear.

Then I was transferred back a week and realized that now I had another chance to pack.

Sunday I plan to dive for real in the quarry. It has been a long spell since I dived and I need to get some practice in.

Friday

Cool Beans III

I love cool technology.

The Way It Is

Changing out The RV Water Pump

I know....you're asking yourself, "can this man do almost anything?"

Yes, direct current and water mix under the sink. The new one works great.

Location:Woodside Rd,Southport,United States

Yesterday Was Cold.

At least the outcome of the tailgate was good if the game wasn't.

Lamb and hen spinning.

Flank Steaks being cut.

Chicken, lamb and beef. I made 10 pounds of wings too but they got Hoovered up before we could take a photo. A few oysters showed up too.

The uni-bomber showed up.

Learn to be a Thief

Break into a door.....

Or break into a padlock.

Nothing is safe.

Not handy with a file? Buy a set of bump keys here.

Now I'm off to some serious tailgating. Atlanta is in town and everyone hates Atlanta about as bad as they hate Dallas and Philly. Go Carolina. Lamb, chicken and flank steaks on the grill today.

You Knew I Couldn't Wait

Slabs of pork ribs all covered in a dry rub. 15 pounds to be exact. I tried and tried but couldn't remove the membrane on that one side. It looks easy on YouTube.

The smoker coming up to speed. I used the Minion Method of lighting the fire.

Dead on 200....I throttle back on the air intake. Now shes at 225 for the last hour and fifteen minutes. Notice the nice Carolina Blue sky on the reflection.

I figure these babies will cook at least 5 hours.

UPDATE

Okay...three and a half hours and the temp has never exceeded 245. The deck has the nice smell of pork and apple wood smoke. I took a peek at the firebox and about half of the charcoal is ignited burning from the center outward. There is still plenty of water in the bowl. And the ribs ....they are something you dream about.

This smoker is really engineered well.

UPDATE
They were good but not great. This cooking method is a bit of an acquired art. They were dry and I should have taken them off 90 minutes earlier. If I bought these ribs in a restaurant, I would have complained.

Live and learn.

New Good Stuff in my Life

I know….I know you’re thinking, “What the hell wReg, another grill?”

This is the coveted Weber Smoker. It will do slow and low with charcoal and smoke, to make BBQ like a pro. Briskets, ribs, and butts will be my domain going forward. I can see smoked salmon in my future.

At retail these things are as expensive as an oven. I got this one new in the box on Craig’s list for $200.

Also yesterday I made Cruzan Rum Balls. Oh man…..they are GOOD.

wReggie's wRum Balls -The Recipe:

1 (16-ounce) package vanilla wafers, finely chopped

1-1/2 cups finely chopped pecans

1/4 cup Ghiradelli unsweetened baking cocoa

1/2 cup Cruzan 9 Spiced Rum

1 can sweetened condensed milk

1/2 cup flaked coconut

1 cup chocolate sprinkles

Directions:

1) In a large bowl, combine your finely crushed wafers, chopped nuts, coconut flakes and cocoa. In another bowl, mix your rum and condensed milk. Pour your milky rum into your dry bowl until all gets wet. Leave your mess in the fridge for two-to-three hours. If your stuff seems too soft, add more cookies until it gets firmer.

2) Hand-roll your dough into one-inch balls. Now roll your balls in chocolate sprinkles, coconut flakes, or whatever else you feel. Next, lay your balls on waxed paper… it helps with the stickiness.

3) Store rum balls in an airtight container for one-to-three days to develop the flavors. The longer your balls sit, the more the taste intensifies!

Comfort Food

Last evening it was rainy and raw with gusty winds. I called Gigi from my commute home and suggested it was a nice evening for hamburger and onions.

Hamburger (ground chuck 93% lean) and onions is a little more than it sounds, but that is the basic ingredients. We cook it all until it is brown and caramelized, and season the heck out of it with garlic, pepper, oregano, and whatever else we can think of.

After an hour or so we’ll spoon out a bowl and top it with cheese or sour cream (I like some hot sauce) and then settle in to some good warm eating. No veggie and no bread, just all the goodness rendered in that bowl. It is a winter time treat.

Tonight the leftovers will make on hell of a beef and mushroom pizza.

I am stoked about Sunday for it will be a meat fest. I’m cooking wings with hickory wood, a whole chicken and a boneless leg of lamb on the rotisserie with apple wood, and then two flank steaks back on the hickory grill.

This will be the final big tailgate of the season so we are bringing out our best stuff.

The final tailgate will be Christmas Eve and likely will be a Hot Dog event with homemade chili.

Quarry Sharks

We now have these in our diving quarry …..

Paddlefish. …10 of them. I can’t wait to get back in the water and look for them.

Pearl Harbor

In 1966 my dad and I were reading the Sunday paper together, and it suddenly dawned on him that it had been 25 years since the attack on Pearl Harbor. Tomorrow it will be 70 years since the attack on Pearl Harbor.

Dad sat me down many times and told me details of the attack, and what he was doing when it happened so that I could remember. It was very similar to my grand parents telling me about World War I, and The Civil War.

They all wanted me to know the reason for their outrage, and why the wars were necessary. They wanted me to know the fear that they felt. They wanted me to know the pride that they felt. They wanted me to know the sacrifices that were made for future generations.

In the end it was all war, death, and destruction. And other wars followed, and many more will follow.

I didn’t forget Dad.

I Clean Up Good

Sunday Day Dreaming

Panther Quarterback Cam Newton

Sunday is our first home game in a month and that means tailgating. It is going to be cold too with temperatures in the 40’s and wind gusting to 13 MPH.

Cold and wind wreak havoc with heat sources. This means that charcoal fires will need to be bigger than usual, and fed more often.

SIDEBAR: Is it necessary to really have a “w” in front of reak to make wreak?

Also too the chafing dishes will be powered by propane instead of sterno to keep the steam high and food hot.

I plan on cooking about 150 wings on the grill and spin a couple of large hens on another grill. After the success of that roast pork the other night I am considering spinning a pig and chicken if I can get there early enough.

The final tailgate will come on Christmas Eve and then the year is done. Man it has been a fast season.

This Beats All....old meets new.

Cook on the trail and charge the iPhone. Add a good knife, a hammock, and a blanket and a man could go places.

Saturday Butt Rub

A Boston Butt shoulder from Wal-Mart for $1.95 a pound. Sliced fresh garlic inserted in the meat. Nice store bought pork rub all over.

Chunks of apple wood are collected to smoke the pork. (Hey Mic...we cooked oysters on that blade.)

The pork is cooking via rotisserie for about 3 hours. Not BBQ but still the fats will render some tender and moist meat with layers of flavor.

The butt is spinning.

The butt is smoking. Life is good. Results posted later if I remember and don't Hoover it all up.

Oh baby...here it is! The dogs are sitting around worshiping the grill. Soon! Very soon after it rests.

Friday in Costume

Yesterday was a hoot. I drove down to the coast to mingle and socialize with some friends at their home. The party was the 100th bourbon tasting.

What made the day different is a dressed up for the event. Oh it wasn't all that fancy but more dressed than most people brother these days. My clothes were unnecessary, so it made me suspicious.

I had on pressed khakis, a nice dress shirt, a sweater, and a blue blazer with dress shoes. A very acceptable casual dressy for the south in the fall of the year.

Everywhere I went folks would ask who I was and were was I from? People would go out of their way to talk to me. At the gas station people would strike up a conversation. At the party no one hesitated talking to me. At supper back in Southport I had many folks conversing with me with so many questions.

Today I'll put on my jeans and sweat shirt, be anonymous again, and head back home for the weekend.

It was a fun experiment.

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Please Don't Hate Me

This is work I promise.

I have to drive 4 hours tomorrow to the coast where we have a meeting with 50 plus folks of the Bull Shitters Bourbon Sipping Society. It is our 100^th meeting.

There will be bourbon, 2 bushels of fresh NC oysters, live music, low country boil and good times.

Most are friends, a few clients and maybe a few new customers. I gotta work the crowd.

Latest stats from the last 99 BSBSS meetings:

Different Bourbons: 70

Most Sipped: Woodford Reserve 7X

Special Sip (20 Sippers): Pappy Van Winkle Family Reserve 23yrs Old (95.7 Proof)

House Brand: Makers Mark

Manhatten Brand: Jim Beam

Best Mixed Sip: Bourban, Ice, & Glass

Best Ladies Mixed Sip: Bourbon, Ice, H2O, & Glass

Best Southern/Dixie/Redneck Mixed Sip: Sun Drop, Bourbon, Ice, & Glass

Tidbits: Jim Bowers brings his own Scotch

Sy Schaffler, "Little" Tommy Polo, 9X9 Ben "The Book" D'Addario--Beer

Dave Young has a chilled bottle of Grey Goose e/w stainless martini glass

George Salchert & John Carroll both have to leave for cocktails with their wives @ 5:00 PM

Bland Clarkeeeeee is required to leave by 5:50 PM to make it home by 6:00 PM

Paul Hursh doesn't walk any different after 2 hrs. of sippin'

Kathy Marks is our professional Manhatten bartender.

Anita Stevens turns John Carroll into an eating machine when she brings liverwurst, onions, mustard, & bread.

Geroge Berts has been converted to Dixie drinking & always brings Sun Drop Regular & Diet.

After the meeting I'll head to the RV and overnight. Then back home Saturday Morning.

My clients are my friends. Life is truly good and I am blessed.

Important not to confuse your buckets!!!

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