Texted my sister this morning to tell her that I would in fact be back i time to fry the turkey, that I wouldn't fall out of the stand, that I wasn't hunting from a stand, and that I wouldn't drown once she realized I was in the boat.
"Growing up as both a Southern and the son of a child of the '50s, I was imprinted with several things that have long stuck with me. The F-86 Saber Jet was the finest fighter ever flown, the National League is always superior, and Leslie Coffelt
was the finest revovler shooter since Mr. Ed."