It’s funny how your dreams can get tempered with age. At one time, I dreamed of living on a tropical isle, being fed shaved coconut by nubile natives, whilst getting fanned with a giant palm frond.


Now, I’m dreaming of applying some topical lotion to an itch I can’t quite reach, vacuuming up the friggin’ coconut shavings from Mrs. That Dan Guy’s breakfast donut, and after I post this, I have to go out and trim the “fronds” of our diseased elm tree.

Aloha Oy!!

Chow for now...