Posted by robodad in humor. We westerners tend to live comfortable lives, isolated from the rigors of nature that our ancestors experienced. In this blog entry, I will share with you, dear reader, a recent brush I had with death at the hands of an untamed wilderness, and the lessons I learned. No need to swim across the channel! Here is a photo of me taking the ferry.

Well, dear reader, we are married, my Viking Sousaphonist and I. All requited and ridiculously happy, here we are. What a wonderful wedding day. Where shall I start? At the beginning, of course. Here is the wooden footbridge over the mill stream from the field where the cars were parked into the meadow where we held the wedding. My dearest friends Fugitive Pieces and Piereth made all the bouquets. And they were absolutely gorgeous.

Sunday, April 20, 2008. Well, this is it. Your mom, your grandmothers, everyone else who can hardly wait for tomorrow, have gone to bed. Could change before everything else did.

Pelicans on the 9th Tee. After 40 years of total peace, my teeth have decided to choose NOW to make a strident call for attention, which is nothing if not typical. The challenge I put out there at the end of my last post has been answered.