Gone to see Craig

Instead of the H.S. reunion, which could only be upsetting, I'm heading over to Remer to see Ole Bodson, whom I haven't seen for 19 years. He's camping out with his family (I remember his sister Sherri made thin sliced potatoes roasted in tinfoil with Laury's Seasoned Salt over there at Mabel Lake campground.) I have to bring some rice. I also have to take Kostya, the 19 year-old boy that lives with us, to work at 5;45 AM. Guess I'd better quit this then. Should be fun. Then I have to come back in time to make hotdish before our brush-up rehearsal at six o'clock the next day. It's tater-tot, with Eye-talian sausage and Jalapeno sausage. The oars are coming soon, I hope, from Island Oars in Nanaimo, B.C. I'm hoping I can pick them up at the truck terminal in Thunder Bay. The boat is at the shop, because the motor overheats. I can't even get my own website up on this stupid dish here, on either computer.