I haven't talked to them in a year or so.
Today I dropped Scherie off at the dry cleaners and turned the radio on.
They started talking about a guy they know that owns and charters the largest catamaran on the Great Lakes, The Nauticat.
Two free tickets to go on it to the first caller who could tell them where the London Bridge is.
I have those tickets.
I did not have to google it.
We had a nice chat about my family room remodel, besides.
They wondered why I hadn't called in a while, thinking the IRS or the EPA or the NSA had gotten me.
So we get to ride on this:
After we spend the night here again:
Scherie and I stayed here once before (just before the crash) and the owners are wonderful people.
I am so looking forward to this.
Lake Havasu, Arizona, by the way.