I have never used a corncob as swipe. I know it should be on my bucket list, but it is not.

I also have never ridden the rod, or the blinds, as a hobo.

But I have battled green seas over and danced in bars in Casa, and ridden a motorcycle along the African coast and crawled the bottom of the Med and the kelp beds of California. So it ain't all bad.

I think I need a new adventure, though, despite the onset of creak in the bone, so I am off to Portland for the Singtime Frolics this weekend. We shall see what zephyrs, nymphs and bullyrags arise there!