I spent a couple of day's (or was it nights) in Gnome, Alaska. As we were landing, it was so windy that our pilot told us the air-strip was using a log for a wind sock. I was damn cold and anybody who wants to liberate Gnome can have it, with no fight from me.

Seriously, I would only add that regular meetings of good friends playing good tunes is another blessing of life.

Let me share my old family toast which goes:

May new friends become old friends, And may old friends last forever...