"Friday was a bombshell day"?

Well, that could mean fireworks in the traditional sense, or something more ominous. What exactly confronted our hero? Was it larger than a breadfruit, or did it have more tentacles than a giant squigly? Inquiring minds and nosey friends would like to know.

Weather is relatively calm here in Maine, a bright sunny day, and wild strawberries are profuse on our lawn.

Shipping out a copy of Uncensored Sailor Songs as requested, hopefully to the right address or you might be further compromised at work.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble