Pirates . . .

Arrrrrrrrrrrrrgh ! ! !

 God damned software interface . . .  Post a pix and lose the cursor. Bites sour owl shit . . .

Last Monday Feb. 22 -- We were at Taco Bell and convinced some kids there (6 to 12 yrs.) that I was a pirate. We lure children out to the ship, sail off to a tropical island and make them surf all day long. Arggggggggggggh ! ! !


And so . , , knee issues are indeterminate. Can't figure if it's getting better or worse. Affected area is moving around. Side of knee is OK, but now feels like I pulled a calf muscle, or something . . .

Naproxen Sodium (Alleve, generic name) some stretching . . . Can't decide if the exercise and stretches are helping or making it worse.

Speaking of pirates -- Some surf spots are populated with some really territorial surf types, a curious mix of surfer and Clatsop Co. belligerent redneck hillbilly. Their sort of attitude and aggressive territorial demeanor makes me consider carrying a concealed handgun (per permit).

OTOH, they shared their smoke with me . . .

I understand and appreciate their concerns about not having their wave be overrun by less than world-class surfers. It's world class surf.

And so . . . this photo is totally PhotoShopped. Not really happening, and you can't get out there from here.