Folks, I'm gonna be offline for the next week. We're getting up at five AM Saturday morning to drive down to St. George Island, Florida, for a week of relaxation in the sun.
Cell phone coverage is spotty, and I wouldn't seek an internet connection, even if it was available (which I have no idea if it is or not).
This is a nice, quiet vacation for us; a little, isolated, out of the way place where almost everything closes by 5:30 PM. Swimming, sandcastles, sunburn, and a little deep sea fishing are the itenary.
Anyone spotted have fun will be banned, their friends banned and their household pets banned as well. While Olan is away, I'll ban the entire membership if it keeps the peace.
Grugg! What are you doing? You are a moderator now! Do you know what a chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with until you realize that I'm in command!
That Alacrity, our new dictator-until Olan returns, is currently running around sporting V's mask? If you've seen the movie, you know exactly what I mean.