The ones that paddled across at Thousand Islands, Jeri? Rick and Heather could do that, but with all those instruments they'd need a voyageur canoe...

Okay, Jennifer, I've done my part of it, bless your knit-pickin' heart for the reminder. Us grumpy ol' farts are often forgetful, y'know. But what's Big Mick's excuse? He's to young to be a member of Jeri's GOSH club. Is he just very busy, or getting fearful of all that fawning? Frankly, I've always felt that fawning was fatuous but fun. I like the hugs that go with it. I'm also fond of alliteration.

Grumpy, but anticipating redemption.