I’m at a friend’s on Treasure Island, folks. Argh. Thanksgiving doesn’t get better than this. Did someone say the jet ski is fueled and ready to go? So, I guess I won’t be needing my cane.
That’s Treasure Island in the foreground. I’ll be heading out to sea on that jet ski. What do you mean I can’t go by myself? No, I am not going with the Boy. We’ll end up in the drink. I’ll take RM.