mastercraftsman

This is not the place for me to wax poetic about the seabright skiff's sexy lines, or how I think I'd like to have a son named Nate, after Nathanial Heresoff, genius boat designer. I'd like to not think anymore that Bush was classmates with the Unibomber. I'd like to quit hating my vidcap card I just bought. I'd also like to be drinking on the jungle train in Costa Rica, heading to Limon, where the biggest Tarpon in the world are, and readily catchable.
But I'll play the game life dealt me. For now. And I'm healing, slowly. I hope to be dancing this Friday, and not make a fool out of myself....
The question I keep asking myself is, "would I do it all again, differently?" Not a chance!