Thanks to all  you fun types for coming out to support  ”the Sam Project” at the Venue in vancouver:)-mar.24th/2011  Idleeyes will be performing again this summer to support a new c.d.- see you then

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Here is the video for…Tokyo Rose.

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Much appreciated! Great vid, too!  500 *****’s!!!”

Not sure what that last part means….

Top ten 80′s hit “All Day” by Idle Eyes filmed at the PNE (Pacific National Exhibition) featuring Phil Robertson on drums:

The grand Gala opening of Expo ’86 in Vancouver, hosted by Howie Mandel, in the presence of Prince Charles and Lady Diana Princess of Wales, was kicked off by Idle Eyes performing “Two Rivers”, featuring Phil Robertson on drums.

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http://www.e-studio-drummer.com/

So I’m working on a movie script….It starts with the sound of a diesel motor…starting of course….(after all it is the start)..

First shot is an extreme close up of a greyhound bus …cut to a surly large woman’s face….dirty blonde hair….late thirtys….been rode hard and put up wet…She: “O.k….this is how it works……….theres no smoking!….no drinking alcoholic beverages!….and remove anything from the empty seat beside you so my people can sit down!…..you pay for one seat…you get one seat!…

Shot two: interior of a quiet darkened bus…diesel hummin’..camera pans to rear silhouette of our bus driver’s rather large head and the open road. Camera zooms slowly to the front of the bus….back of her head then slowly around to the front of her face…her mind far away…camera retreats to the back of a bus……..where a lone light switches on ……We see the side profile of a beautiful young girl. Afraid of the dark it seems…..

A male voice from the darkness:”Could you please tell me the time?”

She turns to face the camera”excuse me?”……

He:”The time….do you have the time please?”….

She”just after midnight”

He chats her up….she seems responsive…you never see his face…only hear his deep raspy voice… straining to whisper. As they warm up to each other the talk becomes less trivial…and more personal…he begins to tell her tales…and we cut to the tales in real time.

Different bus babes come and go thruout the two day journey….and the tale of his life is told….basically a dark comedy….a lot of humour(ice hockey,the band,travel…yes big time agro-a-go-go…failed romances…all the fun stuff.

Of course its an autobiography…I think all of us have one good movie in them….this is mine. Yes it will include the time I stuck my finger up my ass….poured some wine into a beautiful wine glass….lifted the glass with the offending finger delicately wrapped around it …..up and under our guitar players nose while saying “Scotty…does this wine smell a bit off to you” O.k. I only did it for a laugh…..its not like I got off on it or anything….o.k. maybe a little bit…..

In fact I better not tell you anymore or you might run off and make your own finger up the butt bus drivin’ story tellin’ movie….And then where would I be…..I’ll tell you where….In some hooker infested downtown flophouse wading thru a bottle of J.D. with a heroine needle stuck in my balls….That wouldn’t be so good would it?…..Well would it? ..At least for me….so don’t copy it o.k. Gonna use a bunch of Leghold Trap,Millions of Brazilians,Big Daddio and maybe even dust off a couple of the old Idle Guyzers for the sound track….Fairly self-indulgent I realize but I don’t want a needle stuck in my balls.! If anyone wants to get involved and give me large sums of dough…women…and/or beer…please do so…immediately if not sooner. I’m diein’ ova hea. On another note: So Mexico was quite amazing as usual…I just luuuuuv those people…lots of those great big whaley things…a really great big swimming pool with fishees in it….and a cool yellow round thing in the sky that seemed to keep everybody nice and warm…

Hasta luego–the Baja Chihuahua a.k.a.- Tadpolio1@yahoo.com

Surely you’d have a leg up on the poor schmuck from….shall we say……Vegreville! (Though admittedly that’s an awfully nice giant egg they have up there. I know I get pretty excited about jumping in the back of the old pick up for the short 18 hour jaunt to the base of “The Egg” where I can stare up in wonderment and say.”Thats a really big egg”…..but that’s just me. Orrrrrrr….what about Lloydminster…Who the hell’s Lloyd….I mean really….”Heh Lloyd!…pass me a 5/16th’s”….”Lloyd can I bum a smoke?”….”Heh Lloyd…what’s the word!”…..Maybe its just me but I don’t get a vision of Lloyd breaking trail side by with Dr. Livingstone…I don’t know…I guess he could be a porter but…..so while “Beaver Valley didn’t roll of your tongue like say “Walla Walla Washington”..(what does?)..or.. Saskatoon Saskatchewan,..it still had a certain mystic somewhere in its name that conjures up all sorts of images…. know what I’m sayin’…

My original goal in life was to own a burger stand in Beaver Valley…call it Bubba’s Burgers…(Y’ALL STOP IN AT BUBBA’S BURGERS…TELL ‘EM BUBBA SENT CHA!)…and give away free beer….well almost….my slogan was to be…(to create the full power behind it you must say it with a New York gangster/Elmer Fud accent)..check it out..”BUBBA’S BOIGAH’S—ONE FWEE BEEAH..WIT EVWEE BOIGAH BOUGHT”!!…catchy huh? Much more so than a measly “bubba’s burgers…one free beer with every burger bought.”I’m sure some speech impediment activist groups would have been up in arms …but heh….there’s no such thing as bad publicity right?

Anyways somewhere along the rocky road my dream fell threw the cracks. Starting with the grim reality that: a)my name wasn’t Bubba….and b)Toad’s taco’s didn’t have the same ring…..but that’s why I originally came here….Bubba’s boigah’s So I ended up being a wandering minstrel which isn’t that bad cause I get to make up silly tunes…Heh..you wanna hear one! Well I do. Sing this one to a mid-slow westerny Roy Rodgersesque lilt. Here goes…………….ready?

BEAVER VALLEY

Well a cougar rode a deer….right near where you buy beer…..in Beaver Valley. Well he bit him on the ear….rode him like a steer ….in Beaver Valley. In Beaver Valley…..there’s a dance hall right above the bowlin’ alley…… that’s where Tom met Sally…..at the bowlin alley in Beaver Valley. Well the gas station got robbed….once….by some dunce in Beaver Valley. He got caught….he got shot…but not a lot… in Beaver Valley. In Beaver Valley….where the men are men and so are half of the women. You’ll find ‘em swimmin….in Beaver Creek in Beaver Valley. Well the swimmin pool had a roof on it……once…In Beaver Valley But they forgot to shovel off the snow…and you know it can really snow……in Beaver Valley. That’s why their swimmin’ in Beaver Creek in Beaver Valley. Well there was a big shootout…they had to get this big galoot out…..of Beaver Valley…. Yes the bullets were really flyin’….one just missed a mountain lion….in Beaver Valley. In Beaver Valley there’s a dance hall right above the bowlin’ alley. That’s where Tom met Sally at the bowlin’ alley……in Beaver valley.

what am I forgettin?….nothin’ in Beaver Valley

Well that’s it….pretty silly heh? This place has real live wildmen living here…In fact my friend Gary took me to meet one last night….As we left the zoo(I forgot to mention there’s a zoo in Beaver Valley….another great reason to be here!)on our way to meet a guy called Laurel Crow…someone shouted to us…..just remember…..the shotgun is by the door on the left when you get there. Oh….o.k…..thanks… At the end of a long dark road….no power….cougar skin hangin’ from the cealing….lots of tatoos…..shotgun by the door….there was… a genuine wildman…and women!!…We had a nice visit….Of course the conversation naturally gravitated to fighting…we stood up and told our feeble stories while he sat back….Another of the local wildman’s names came up….Even Our host admitted he was crazy……said the closest they’d ever come to fightin’ was a head butting contest….when finally the other guy cheated and broke his hand over Laurel’s head…which he reminded his buttin’ partner was pretty stupid…then they sat down and finished there beers……Gary and I sat down……our host mosied over to this huge duck that had walked in for a look……and just about took his toe off trying to kick it out of the cabin……wonder what he’s having for dinner tonight? got some new tunes for Leghold Trap(the band that should be banned)…”Crow’s Toe”…..and “That Fuckin’ Duck” Thanks Laurel. Drop by the coop sometime. -Toad from Beaver Valley

FRUITVALE

Fruitvale was quite awesome….Did all the cool things….1)…Columbia River Trip—From Gyro to The Lions Head…a couple of beer and then a 4 hour float back down the river on the most beautiful of days….snow on the mountains….an icy dip off the boat…does it get better?..I think not. 2)—-a motorcycle trip down to Evans with a gal friend (For added traction in case it snowed) a stop in Northport….then the North Gorge Campground…where I saw a BEAVER!! …No shit….There was a big furry beaver swimming up the edge of the river…at the same time an eagle was swooping on a wounded duck but the duck kept ducking (always wondered how they got there name…..now the beaver…thats another story)…it was quite a sight…..Did I mention Coors?…then we took the big 1100cc purple screamer mountain climbing way up to the lime quarrys by Evans Lake. Went skinny swimming…..t’was amazing. Down to Barneys Junction….just cause you have too….a stop at the museum…where they showed us how beautiful the Kettle Falls were before we white guys fucked it up…..Kettle Falls…on to the Acorn restaurant at Colville for jalepeno poppers and chicken wings….which were ever so average….cruised back thru Onion Creek and Rossland. 3) later that evening of course came one of the big highlights of a trip to Trail…..

the AUTO-VUE DRIVE IN!!!! Where of course the highlight is at the intermission when….the bun pats the weiner and then…..THE WEINER JUMPS IN THE BUN!!! You really have to see it…Who needs sex after that . Does it get any better? Not where I come from 4)–the Colander….need I say more? “The Trail Tradition” –Recently voted into British Columbia’s top 10 places to eat……ahead of Umberto’s and such.. 5)—Silver City Days……..more pasta….beer gardens…friends…hi,hi, hi,hi,hello,hi,hi,hi,hello,fuck you,hi,hi,hi,…I do think that there should be a law that forces the carnival operators to introduce some new rides…I mean how much of the salt and pepper shaker/gravatron/tilt-a-whirl can a guy take…. 6)…a meeting with Ken Georgetti…..Canada’s new labour leader….Wow!!!…not bad for a kid from the Gulch. Way to go Kenny…You’d think we’d have a parade for him….or a dinner….but it is Trail. He was nice enough to remember me and asked if I could write a tune for the labour movement….Lets see….four stints at Cominco…7 months at an Open Pit mine….a bunch of kicks at the construction cat….moving companys….dish-washing….painting….green-chain…various labour jobs…..Yes! I can do that… 8)–the Coop…You really have to come and check the Coop someday….7′ by 20′ of pure awesomeness….the creek….the hummingbirds…wild mint tea….the view….the hillbillys…and of course THE BEAVER VALLEY!!! Pure magic. So that’s how it was. –Toad

The truth is I really quite loved the girl………………but she was getting ready to go in to baby land and I suspect that she couldn’t envision building a nest in the Winnebago. Sad really.

Anyways she wanted to have sex in the morning….but I told her the laws of infidelity……yes its true that you are legally single if your love is more than 500 miles away……BUT!!….you must not have sex with another on the same day that you reunite with your loved one……..I think that is a good rule….don’t you?? We went for breakfast…..she left in a stream of tears…..touching really….then It was off on the death machine to Balfour to play golf….It was waaaaaaay too funny..This guy is getting married on the 4th hole ….when we approached….half in the bag(shitfaced silly!)….and made all these gestures like we were pissed off……and waved to the 100 or so people to please move off so that we could play thru….you had to be there of course….Took a ferry to Crawford Bay and back in the pouring rain …..just so that I could continue my conversation with this lovely little hippie girl……who recited me some of her poetry…..well worth it…..(an hour and 40 minutes return)…..then drove thru the pouring rain to Ainsworth hotsprings…..Saturday night…packed….the caves…amazing….last one in the pool….did two lengths under water……uhhhhh thank you very much…….Then driving thru the wet snow and dark and cold (yes…still on a motorcycle)….pitch black…..heh what’s that up on the road…..ahead?……………..what the fu……….a beautiful girl HITCH HIKING IN A MICRO FUCKING MINI-SKIRT!!!!!…….. I AM NOT BULL-SHITTING YOU…..!!!!!!!!!! It wouldn’t happen again in a 1000 lifetimes………but there she was….I actually drove by at first…..thinking it was a mirage…..then when I came to my senses….I doubled back…..”If you have balls enough to get on the back of this machine your welcome to hop on” says I…….She says….”I’m fucking freezing…..I just quit my job(I could see the glow of a neon sign..”Pub”….thru the fog)……..I parked the bike ….took off my rain gear….and in a chivalrous move worthy of the great Robin Hood……bundeled her up…and fitted her with my full face helmet…….donning the tiny skull cap(brain bucket) for myself……surely I will be rewarded …..She jumped on and we were off….. her gargantuan breasts warming my back……like mama’s once did ……30 minutes later…..we arrived in Kaslo……she her body soaked and shivering…………….me……..soaked to the boner……but elated at completeing our quest…She gave me one final flash as she removed the rain gear……her tiny skirt stuck well above her waist…..her body soaked and shivering……She thanked me …..saying her name was Strawberry……..She said she was tired of working for 7 bucks an hour so …she was going to trim shake(marijuana) and make a thousand bucks in a few days ……Remember…if your not cheating….your only cheating yourself…..

There was one more big excursion before lift off day……”Sprint car races in Phoenix this weekend……ever seen ‘em” Harv inquired. No….but if it means cars flyin’ around a track and a bunch of rednecks you can count me in…..remember..I’m from Fruitvale….where the men are men and so are half of the women….Harvey is a mechanic…..a really good one….and he lives for Sprint Car…..has the t-shirt with “the gassman” on the front…..in fact on Thanksgiving at Uncle Eddy’s, Harvey…with that flashy shirt….decked out like a custom street rod ………..stole the show ……had Yolanda right at the breaking point….it was beautiful…..again reminded me of my older bro’ Nipper in top form. So sprint cars Saturday in Phoenix….but first…….Harvey pulls into his favourite liquor store in Tucson for some “travellers”..Now this store is run by a couple of mischevious East Indian brothers who seem to have the whole neighbourhood in love with them. So the scene is…myself, Harvey in the customary road fatiques….game face…..Abu and his brother…putting in the good word for us…..and as our good fortune would have it…….a lovely black lady….Angie…mid 30′s…..We throw our hat in the ring and the next thing you know we’ve talked her in to joining us in Phoenix for Sprint Cars!! Followed her to her house…she parked her car and got out telling us that she’d changed her mind….heeehhhh…..not so fast…quicker than “the Gasman’s” Sprint car…we changed it right back for her!….and she jumped in the big Lincoln with us….We had to pick up one of Harvey’s racing buddys…..who turned out to be a real bastard…..so he fit right in with us…By this time(3 pm.) Harvey was three sheets to the wind so I took over the driving dutys while he mauled another 12 pack of Milwaukee’s Best and entertained Angie on the two hour drive to Phoenix.

The races were amazing…Have you seen those little cars on t.v. that have the wings on top?….While these were those….except these ones didn’t have the wings on top…they were flying around that dirt track at 90 miles an hour …..making lots of noise and kicking up lots of dirt….we were cuddled under a blanket….eating ribs and drinking frothy beer….In case you were wondering…..no it doesn’t get better. Afterwards we went down to the pits were the Kiwi was still sulking after been scolded for being the obnoxious little prick that he was. He was a little nicer now. Harvey had asked Angie if she minded if he called her a nigress……eeeek!….We jumped back in the Lincoln I threw the Kiwi bastard the keys……..Harvey took the suicide seat….and almost immediately passed out…fortunately….as he hadn’t been a pretty sight at the races….Angie and I got a little schnoogly in the back…..well o.k…..more than a little schnoogly…..Do you really want to hear about it?…….I know you do……It was all sweet and lovely…..at some point we were having the full on sexorama in the back seat with the radio cranked and the Kiwi bastard and Harv oblivious to our shenanigans……then Angie,in a post coital bone coma, looked up at me and exclaimed in her thick southern accent………….” I smell pussy!”……….and we both broke out laughing as the Kiwi bastard at that exact moment rolled down his window:)

The next day (with visions of the lovely Angie cavorting thru my cerebelum) I was off with Chuck and Lupe…..and 200 dollars….to Mexico…and the great wide open….With Chuck and his dog in his old V.W. van…and Lupe and I in “the V.W.Thing” we were away and laughing. A smooth cruise …..1200 miles south……We took a hotel the first night…slept for 4 hours…with Chuck insisted on leaving at 4 a.m…..in the dark….cows and horses on the road…..semi-trailers..and lots of fog…..waaaaaay to dangerous……..remind me to smack him one day for that……but then a few hours with the sun up it was forgotten as we were in full cruise mode….Mexico….the top down….beautiful people…a couple of Tecate’s and life was once again marvelous. Barely avoided getting takin’ out about 5 miles from San Blas…..Not one but two trucks passing a semi-around a blind corner……eeeeeeek….scrrrrreeeeech……oh my god….millimeters……and thats how close we all are ……at all times…but the gods smiled……The road down into San Blas is amazing…We are in the tropics now….Palms everywhere..Banana trees…..Papaya….Mango’s…. Pineapples….Coconuts….and…… rivers……birds…..over 400 species…lagoons….we wind down thru the mountains at sunset….then cross the bridge over the river…under an archway….and San Blas!!! The town square……and the first thing that you notice is the sound from the birds……thousands of them…..in the trees that line the Zolcalo….the second thing that you notice is that everyone is on bicycle….there are few cars….already you know that you’ve come to somewhere very special ……..Heaven perhaps….I know that if I had to leave the next day it had already been worthwhile. As it happens ….I don”t. I take a hotel the first night in and am happy to be on my own once again….

Chuck and Lupe hunt me down the next day and ask me to come and check out this house on the beach that may be avaliable…It is….and it is also amazing….Chuck takes it for $175 / month. He and Lupe had found there paradise………hooked up with the local musicians the first day in town….played “Love potion #9″ to about 200 bewildered Mexicans Sunday night in the square…..Pedro,one of the local musicians,invited me to meet his family who own the Walla Walla Restaurant. We became great friends and I ended up playing music at his restaurant most nights and helped serve when he was busy. In return his mom made me the best spaghetti dinners ever……and fish dinners…..and breakfast:) yeaaaah them!

That week I spent cleaning…ripping out the kitchen and preparing to paint Chuck and Lupe’s shangri la….all the while Chuck was drinking from 9 a.m. until he passed out …..which was usually around 9 p.m. This self destructive behaviour continued until one night at about 2 a.m. I heard a horrific scream….I ran thru the dark to the stairwell where I found Chuck unconcious….head squished against the cement wall…..his feet tucked under him…..and a healthy pool of piss all around him….I was sure he was dead….I mean he fell down about 20 very steep cement stairs into a cement wall……He must have broken his neck and probably legs and arms too……..Lupe rushed down and helped me carry him to a couch in the living room where he eventually came too…he remained for the night in his piss soaked pants….. the rubber man had survived…..unbelievably….no broken bones….though he was mighty stiff….crankier than usual and ungrateful….I was getting a little tired of Chucks nasty racist jokes….as well as the”you dumb Canadian variety” It was time for me to move on…..so I did……a Mexican lady overheard me asking if there was a place to stay and she offered me an excellent concrete bungalo for 100 dollars per month/ shower/fan/double bed……..this is how the days generally went….up at 8…run down the beach and back….shower …breakfast……reading/guitar/writing…..bodysurfing and swimming at about 3-5 pm. ….shower….walk into town….about a mile….check out the birds…buy a little back of freshly roasted pumpkin seeds from the old lady at the town center….ice cream…..the most scrumptious hamburgers in the world…and watch and learn from the people of San Blas….back home about 9….read…sleep around 10….and dreams…..

We all participated in the second annual “Day of the musician”that is organized by Pedro’s father….There were about 600 people in the square for this excellent event…Pedro came up to me in quite a panic( as they hadn’t organized a schedule)….I was just planning on watching but…”David go play…now!”…..hee hee….so I did and it seemed to kick things off nicely….lots of local talent….next year should be even better…hoping to get”Willie and Lobo” to come and play…….Went fishing a couple of times….once with Jim from Alaska who supplied all of the fishing gear…..we caught 13 Sierra and then on the way inthen on the ….and had a 12 foot Hammerhead and a 20 foot whaleshark come right beside our 18 foot boat…..eeeek! Pedro our captain charged us only 25 dollars for 5 hours! Yes his panga had a good flow of water coming thru the hole in the side……but with steady bailing it was as he had told us….not a problem…..

One day as I was doing my morning run there was this amazingly beautiful young(23) girl sitting next to her all terrain vehicle……….Of course I stopped for a chat….she spoke flawless English having gone to school for 5 years in New Orleans……. As we spoke her mother came jogging up the beach(fine form for 50!) and after a breezy conversation she asked if I would join her and her daughter for dinner…….I was later to find out that her family owns the sugar refinery in Tepic and are supposedly the wealthiest family in Nayarit(state)….She came to the Walla Walla with three of her “friends”….personal maids as it turned out…one whom had been with her since she was born….We all went out for a couple of Margaritas…..she picked up the tab and we were off to dinner at “the compound” …….which was a walled in paradise on the beach that was the talk of the town….none of the locals and noone that I knew had ever been inside…..Pedro was shaking his head “how did you do that David?”

Ohhhh my god!…..can’t really describe it…tennis courts/swimming pools/5 huge houses/boats/cars. Lucinda(the daughter)and I went for a swim in the olympic sized pool and watched the sun set in the ocean. Her mom gave us a call that dinner was ready…..So there was old Toad with the lovely Lucinda and her beautiful mother……three maids-a-serving….and the most amazing food(next to Harvey’s)that I’d ever had….Lobster,soups,wine,candles etc. I was and am truly blessed. Lucinda insisted that I go fishing with her the next day……I politely refused and later explained to her that I didn’t really have enough dough to be renting a boat (which usually costs around $150.00)….”Ohh don’t worry about that….we have our own personal guide that’s been taking me since I was three”….oh…o.k. She the next day she donned her skimpy bikini and spread herself out over the front of the boat as the captain and I exchanged a smile…..then we were off like the brides nighty…20 miles out to sea……we saw a few whales and caught three nice Dorado(about 15 pounds each)…..a glorious day…..Our guide had all the gear and basically set the rods for us…She just crashed out …..saying later”…I just wait until I hear the line go zing!…that is my kind of fishing!” I was invited again for dinner….lobster of course….Her mother insisted I go upstairs and try first her daughters bed out to see how comfy it was…..After an afternoon of watching her daughter frolicing on the bow of the boat in her bikini……did I really need this??….”Now try my bed” As her daughter was leaving the next day to Mexico City and her boyfriend….I had the feeling that mother dearest had plans for me……divorcee she was…..I was getting the feeling that she was up to something that might interfere with my long standing rule of celebacy……..She insisted that I come to Mexico City….stay with them….ride their horses….She showed me pics of their trip the previous year….where they had taken ten of Lucinda’s friends to New Zealand to go bungee jumping for her birthday!

Well I don’t know about you….but this story is really starting to put me to sleep!…..

It’s quite amazing how it works…jamming with nature….on the trapese of life without a net….well I suppose there is one….but I haven’t had to use it lately…no need to….it just opens up….all intuition……following the signs……..going with the flow keeps getting better and better……….must have been the guy who picked me up hitchhikin..”Come on….hurry up….” yelling over the noisy freeway traffic outside of Phoenix… I get in..”Now I don’t know who you are…but Jesus told me to pick you up……we’re gonna say a prayer”…(as we drive on) he yells”Repeat after me…I…What’s yer name?”…and so there we were flying thru the traffic sending a red hot message to the big guy…..I was giggling to myself…but wasn’t taking any chances cause it just keeps working out…..Arrived at L.A. greyhound terminal at 4:30 a.m……with one dollar…….eeeeeeek! So I sold a few c.d.’s for 2 dollars a piece and managed to make the Ventura bus with one minute to spare……..Stashed my bags on stage at the Legion and went for a little walk about on a beautiful afternoon…….Returned to find a Polynesian wedding in full swing and no way to retrieve my bags…….so I accidentally on purpose snuck in and couldn’t help but notice a very amazing looking smorgasborg of the most fantastic polynesian food ever created……..so….I got in line…….well what would you do if you hadn’t eaten in a couple of days?????Meanwhile there was this three hundred and 50 pound Tongan songstress and 12 piece ukelele band………..and the host…Bill (who was throwing the party for his wifes birthday)in his Hawaiin shirt……”Hi Bill ….my names David”….”Hi David ….I hope your hungry…..”….and you know I was so it was just about perfect….plus the fact that I knew the words to “ukelele lady”"….and “the Hukalau……After lunch I went for a walk but when I returned the band was still playing …….then one of the guys at the door invited me in……so now I have a legitimate invite……and was feeling a little guilty so I confessed to Bill that I had crashed his party……Gave his wife a couple of c.d.’s and Bill gave me a doggie bag for the road………People are soooooooooo nice….I’ll tell you about the rest of the trip later……… If you haven’t tried riding the wave lately….do:)

…skip back to the pre ramble

this is actually the beginning…but…There I was happily working for a friends crane company…and winter creeping up…