Slow Day

Zachary,LA - A slow day here.

Duhzn't get mo betta dan dis ma bruthers and sizters. No hit doan beez much mo betta.

Seven and a half hours from the area near the Bud brewery in Houston yesterday. Leaving at noon we arrived here in Zachary, read that far north Baton Rouge, at seven thirty last evening, a distance of two hundred eighty three miles. What rate of progress is that class? Only had to change clothes twice, once in Houston at the start and once in Zachary at the end. Did I mention the rain? We really do need to look into being able to raise the landing gear from the left seat. The load here seems to be canceled or at least has a severe SNAFU. My hotel and other travel arrangements for my niece's wedding in Charleston,SC on Saturday coming up are all in place along with my beautiful date for the event, the lovely Ms Bee Pee Oh. Beautiful woman Bee is, perhaps you've met her brother, Three. I should have been in Memphis by now.

Yas Sir, If dog farts wuz air I'd be N a Gotdamned hurricane bout now. Gawd! I just luvs de air here.

At least I've got Bee Pee Oh!

Anybody seen Three? Three, hey Man, we got to do a better job of getting these ducks in a row next time.

Everybody tried, the home office did a great job, the travel booking agents were superior and the shipper tried but sometimes ...

Three, yo dude, you got any double ought. Yeah, I know a bit heavy for ducks, but hey, if we hit'em they'll drop, right!