What's easier?

Which should be simpler?

Carefully taping off your teak toerails making sure to

not leave any space between the tape and the wood,

stretching and bending the tape to conform to the

imperfect curve of the rail,

then rubbing the tape from edge to edge to ensure

there would be no seepage underneath from the

many coats of varnish to come over the next three weeks?

Or, simply pulling the tape up after three weeks of it being stuck

to your boat through lots of warm sunlight, and rubbing the tape

 from edge to edge to ensure there would
 be no seepage underneath from the

many coats of varnish to come over the next three weeks?

My fingernails hurt.  Bad

Anyway...

Apologies were issued, a peaceful walkout

took place, and no one got hurt. Hopefully.

There are some hard feelings, but they will

pass with time. Amber waves of grain.

I'm sticking to hubcaps and pizza from now on.

Don't get me started

Holy crap.  What is this country coming to?  California High school students being told by their administrators to turn their American flag-bearing t-shirts inside out on May 5th, (Cinco de Mayo),
like I said, May 5th!, so as not to insult or ruffle the feathers of their fellow, legal or not, Mexican-American students!  This is our country!  Are we going to go around ostracizing Mexican-Americans for wearing their colors on the 4th of  July?  No!  The Mexicans have a rich and storied culture.  Let 'em wear anything they want. This is a free country.  We can say anything we want, last time I checked.  And we, as citizens, should be able to wear anything we want as well. Really, let's stop worrying about hurting peoples' feelings.  That's a surefire avenue to being taken advantage of.  My Dad, if he were still alive, would be shaking his head.  And I know my Father-in-law is shaking his. They were both sons of legal immigrants.  Buck up America, let's not be such wusses. Sorry, but that's the way I'm  feeling.  Too much blood has been shed for our freedom to cow-tow to overly politically-correct, or incorrect sentiments.

I'll be the Roundabout

Heading east on Rt. 70.  If the Philly folks stay right on

the circle, they can veer off onto Rt. 72, which we all know

lands you on LBI.  I prefer to call it Long Beach Island.

When I got out to take this photo, the pine smell was so strong;
It's amazing what warm weather can coax out of the forest.
The pollen was so thick in the air, it looked like smoke.
It was as if a light green blanket was laid upon the ground.

Contrary to what many people who have never visited this
beautiful state say, it is not one of only refineries and toll plazas.

You have to approach and enter a circle like you are the boss.

(Not Springsteen)  Just be aggressive, don't back off,

hold your ground.  You'll get through and the others will

fill in the gaps behind you.  No blaring horns.  No time

for that.  They're still talking about me in Massachusetts

after that fateful rounding of the Mashpee rotary

back in '89.  The Martha's Vineyard Ferry could not wait.

Back door man

I eat mo' chicken any man ever seen