Liquid Nails for Shoes

I have repaired shoes many times over the years using lots of different adhesives, including the famous "Shoe Goo".

I repair lots of stuff. I have kind of a McGyver reputation. I hate buying new stuff if the old stuff will do, especially if replacing the old stuff with new stuff requires a significant amount of money.

I have a nice pair of shoes I like, but the sole material kept coming loose, beginning to peel off the softer sole material at the toe. And I cleaned it with alcohol and used Shoe Goo three times trying to fix it.

Each time, within a few days the bond broke down and the peeling started again.

I don't know when I first discovered Liquid Nails for Subflooring. The name itself has a high grunt factor. Subflooring. Something that contractors talk about. It's tough. It's strong. It's not pretty. We cover the sub-floor with pretty stuff like carpet and Pergo and linoleum. (I'll give hardwood a break... it's about as tough as subflooring. But not quite as rough and rugged.)

I've used it to glue boards to a concrete wall to hang tools from. I even used it to attach a board to a concrete wall to attach a hand rail for a staircase. That's what kind of bond you can get with this stuff.

And each time I tried repairing the shoe, I thought "I should be using Liquid Nails for Subflooring."

I'd even looked at Lowes for it, but I couldn't find it.

Well it turns out I couldn't find it 'cause I'm a guy. And guys look for key shapes and colors when they're looking for things. Since all of it is the same shape, I was looking for a color. Not reading the words on the label, really, unless I thought the color was close enough.

Turns out they changed the color on the lablel for the Sub-Flooring mixture to green. I found it last time I looked (after ALMOST giving up).

I bought it. Cleaned the rubber on the shoes again. And applied it.

After it dried, I colored it with a black permanent marker to make it blend in with the rest of the rubber.

That da*ned rubber ain't goin' nowhere. In 10 million years, after the rest of the shoe has rotted away... the Liquid Nails for Sub-Flooring will probably still be there.

Heat Pumpage

The heat pump is officially replaced. I also had a whole house humidifier added. 13 SEER, non-freon, and q-u-i-e-t. Vicki's going to love that last part.

House still smells a little like chemicals. I know it's wierd to get excited about HVAC. But I guess that's part of being an adult. :-/ Hey, it's GOOD to be excited about something you just dropped six and a half grand on.

Indiana Wants Me

Went up to Fort Wayne to pick Vicki's mom up for Mothers' Day, her birthday, and Trenton's baptism.

Pretty uneventful trip. I did notice the old sign for the old Ramada in Effingham from when it was Keller's, discarded out between the hotel parking lot and the gas station parking lot. That was a very significant landmark over the years in our travels back and forth to Indiana, or just meeting in the middle to send the kids to stay with Papa & Grammy for a week or two, or to pick them up after a visit. We used to eat lunch there at Thelma's restaurant.

There were birthday dinners and a birthday lunch during the week. I started riding my bicycle to work again. But Wednesday after work I came out to a flat tire and Vicki had to pick me up. Then Thursday was the guitar lesson. Friday lunch with the Unraths. I fixed the tire. And monday/tuesday this week we drove Mom back home. And yesterday and this morning the new heat pump is being installed. Plus I'm having an integrated humidifier put in for the whole house. That'll be nice.

Kevin came out Saturday evening sans Angela, who was on call this weekend. So I didn't get the big family pic taken. He went out with a childhood friend and hit a few bars that night. Sunday we went down to Warsaw for Trenton's baptism and stayed for a BBQ lunch at the Carletons' place. Nice group of people. We really like them.

Trenton slept through most of the church service until maybe 10-15 minutes before it was time to be doused. He was NOT happy about the dousing. I was struck by the ... church-inappropriate dress that many people wore, and the general lack of control a lot of parents have over their kids. Even the acolite wore dirty old tennis shoes.One young woman who sat in front of us (apparently oblivious to the "reserved" seating for the baptism) had her two kids running all over, making noise, messing with the candle lighter, and just generally being distracting. At one point the mother bent over and revealed the tattoo on the small of her back and the tag of her underwear. It was hard not to laugh. Kevin and I looked at each other. I know... we're supposed to be happy that they're there at all. But I wonder. Are you really "there" if you aren't prepared and in the proper mindset of respectfulness & decorum?

That being said, I'd say the majority of people there were dressed ok and behaved.

Yesterday I took my GPS apart to try to fix it's little problem with horizontal lines across the display. I've been able to "fix" it by rapping it against my hand when it does this for the last few years, but it was getting worse. It seems better except that now the very top of the screen seems to have the problem permanently now. I want an HCX one anyway.... hmmmm.

It didn't help matters that when we were coming back from Indiana, I was apparently whizzing by the airport just a little TOO fast and got pulled over for my second-ever speeding ticket. I'm usually paying more attention than that. This is a wide section of highway -- "Super 70" -- that they've basically made two separate multi-lane highways each way with ample shoulders that handles the traffic there. And NO on/off access in the section we were on. I've seen pretty narrow stretches of 70 where the speed limit is 70. But here, it's 55 for some strange reason. Oh well. Lesson learned. I imagine it's a great revenue source for Marion county.

Fired Up For Spring

Ryan and I peeled off almost 1,000 rounds of 9mm ammo at a tactical self-defense training course last saturday. My hands hurt, because I was shooting relatively big ammo out of a relatively small pistol. We shot right and left handed, both handed, used baracades as protection -- leaned out from the left and the right and landed shots on steel targets. In a course like this you basically learn where your weaknesses are ... so you know what you need to work on, and the instructors let you know how to go about it.

Apparently Scott is involved in a program with the local police department where he goes and helps the policemen train. He plays a bad guy in live scenarios where he has to act out certain parts. They use real guns with fake, paintball ammo. They apparently hurt. And, being a bad guy, Scott gets to fire back sometimes. I think it's pretty cool. Anything to help the good guys win. Maybe if Molly Bowden had had more training like this ... perhaps things would have turned out differently. Maybe this will help protect the next "Molly".

Scott joined us for an overnight walkabout to "#17" -- a spot Ryan and I frequented a couple of years ago. We chose it because it's relatively near some good morel mushroom hunting grounds. Realistically, though, I didn't think we'd be spending much time mushroom hunting as we'd all have 40 lbs strapped to our backs and it was probably going to be raining in the morning. We did a little. Scott and Ryan found several. I found only one. I'm not very good at it.

There was plenty of downed dead wood for a fire, and we used ye olde magnesium & flint method on some cedar bark to get it going. We brought packets of vegetables and cornish game hens. The game hens were still a bit frozen when we got them out so we thawed them on one of the grilliputs while we gathered more fuel and basically shot the bull. By the time we thawed them and cooked them it was 11:30 pm. But no biggie. It's just generally fun to shoot the breeze around a campfire in the woods at night with a flask of whiskey.

Sunday Vicki and I went to see little Trenton for a couple of hours. He spent most of it sleeping, but that's ok. I got a little grandpa time again.

Monday at work we went to a co-worker's house for a "meeting" where he showed off his homemade brick oven where he bakes bread and pizza. We all made our own pizzas. It was a lot of fun. And they were good. Richard and I apparently share the same taste in Jazz, so we listened to some Bill Evans and Sonny Stitt through it all. I was also fascinated by the oven. Kinda wish I had one. An oven you build a fire in. Pretty neat. It was 840 degrees in there.

Vicki and I went to the Elks for "Washee" Monday after work and had a burger there. And Tuesday morning while thoroughly cleaning the grilliput I found out that I was missing a cross-bar ... one of the specialized ones with the threads and the crooked end. If you're going to lose one, those two aren't the ones you can get by without. Kind of integral to the structure.

So when I mentioned it to Vicki, she suggested we take off early Tuesday afternoon and hike in and find it. I knew excactly where it should be. It was a very pretty day (the various flower pictures are from that hike). We could both use the exercise and the time together, so we went. We spent a very nice hour or so in the woods, and the cross-piece was right where I expected it to be, really no worse for wear.

Then it was back home for leftover pizza and Jeff Corwin's "America's West". Ok, I'll admit it, I sat through an episode of "The Bachelor" with Vicki first. ;-)

Springtime

Spring has sprung. The pear trees on the street are actually almost done blooming, and the redbud has busted out. The daffodils, now that I think of it, are only a memory.

Baby Trenton had a brief period of stuffiness... poor guy. Less than 3 weeks old (well, he's 3 weeks today) and already had a bout of trouble breathing. He is changing every day... we get over there every few days to see him. Cute little guy.

We were going to go to the Black and Gold game with the Williams' on Saturday, but it was pretty drizzmerable. We went to D. Rowe's for lunch, then back to the house to watch the game on ESPNU.

By the end of the game, Kevin and Angela dropped in. They came in to town for his birthday celebration. They went out with Ken for dinner and then stayed the night.

We made waffles in the morning, and Kevin came up with a menu for his birthday dinner ... some marinated chops (courtesy of Alton Brown), potato wedges, corn bread, and waldorf salad. Which we whipped up. Had to replace the burner in the gas grill before that. Brian, Kristin, and Trenton came over as well as Ken, and the Cubs fans all gathered around to eat in front of the game. Cubs won. Handily.

Haven't seen Angela in a long time, so it was good to see her again. She's a great girl ... good for Kevin, I think. Sweet. Funny. Cute. Greg dropped by to drop off my cajun cooker burner and some beer he had made. He brought little Johnny along with him. And it turns out that Angela is also good with kids.

Hey, just sayin'. She is.

The heat pump got fixed, but it sprang another leak. I'm afraid we're going to have to replace it. Can't just keep chasing leaks. We're talking $6,500. It should be offset somewhat by lower energy bills, but ... whew. It'll take a lot of time to pay off. But having a cool house this summer will be some immediate pay off.

We've started up the weekly jams in the lunchroom at work again. Wednesdays. Adam brings his keyboard, and Alan plays a killer recorder. He's a saxophone player, but recorders are smaller and quieter. Wayne usually shows up. Brian. Richard B. on guitar. A guy from the help desk on banjo and guitar. And Jeff drops by to sing along especially on the Buffet tunes. A lot of fun.


I need to start riding the bicycle to work again for exercise, too. I both look forward to it and don't look forward to it at the same time. But I think I'll start Monday, weather permitting.

Yeah, so I can drink more of Greg's beer (left) ... and stay healthy while I'm at it.

Cliffs of Dover

At my funeral, which hopefully will be a long time from now, but...

Ever since I first heard this Eric Johnson tune on Ah Via Musicom, I thought that at the very end, when everybody's leaving, they should play this.


That's the ticket! Thanks for showing up, now get out and go on with your lives and think of this music whenever you think of me!

Baby Time

See, Grandpa Phil gets a little baby time in between feedings and grandmothers, too.

Lately

Lately life's been largely about the grandbaby. We've been over to visit a few times. Kristin's mom stayed with Brian & Kristin for a week while Kristin recovered and they both adapted to having a round-the-clock responsibility that needs feeding and changing every time you turn around. We were over there for dinner ... Thursday night? Something like that. We don't want to go visit too much because they need to get some routine going. But mom & baby seem to be doing great.

Mark & Cassie made a kamakazi visit over the weekend to pick up the Gazelle exercise machine. Ryan and I had gone on a walkabout out at Sam's place, doing the dogs and testing out some firearms (aarrr aaauuurrrr AUUURRR!!!!). Then Bri came over and had a cigar with us out by the chimnea on the deck.

The heating/air conditioning guys came Monday and found a crack in the tubing in the heat exchanger outside and fixed it. That was almost $500, but we're talking $6,000 to replace it... so... we should have more efficient heat again.

Man, there's a lot of stuff to do around the house that I just don't feel like doing. *sigh*.

Incidentally there are more baby pictures out here.

Trenton Edward Marema

There he is!

Dang good lookin' baby. 11:49 am. 8 lbs, 6 oz. 20.5" ... and "only" about 13 hours of labor. (full Walmart Photo Album is here.)

Any Minute Now

This baby's comin' to the station. This morning.

NOO Picture Collage

Franchise

Apparently I have a franchise ... at the St. Louis Zoo.

The NOO

Kristie's birthday was this past weekend. She's been wanting to "Eat at Joes" for quite a while now. Ryan had a conference in St. Louis Thursday and Friday ... so Kristie and Vicki and I took the opportunity to take the train into St. Louis on Friday. Ryan would pick us up, we'd stay in a hotel overnight and go to the Zoo and the Brewery on Saturday.

The train ride was relaxing and interesting. I've never taken a train anywhere before. The longest train ride I've been on was the Georgetown loop in Colorado ... and that's really more of a long scenic ride than "taking a train" somewhere. We wondered if the conductors would have the proper hats. They did!

We got on at Jefferson City down by the riverfront about 10:50 am, and cruised off down the tracks shortly afterward.

The inside of the passenger cars was a lot like a roomy airplane with bigger windows. Luggage up top, reclining airline seats with trays down below. Bathrooms at the front of every car. And you could walk through the cars as the train was moving. You opened the doors and they automatically closed behind you about 15 seconds later.

We got lunch on the snack car ... you can eat in the snack car if you buy food on the train. It's pretty small. But it was fun to sit at a table on a train just like you see in all the old movies.

The train often hit speeds of over 70mph (I had my GPS on me), slowing down for some road crossings and through towns. It was neat to see rural Missouri from a train ... from the INSIDE of the blocked-off tracks as we went across roads.

We arrived in St. Louis around 1:30 pm where Ryan picked us up, and we headed off to St. Louis Mills Mall. Ryan and I went to Cabelas while the girls covered the rest of the mall. We spent the rest of our time over 22oz beers at Tony Romas while we waited for them to finish.

Called Joel and Dawn and they came and met us at Joe's Crab Shack in St. Peters. Joel was in rare form. We had a really good time. King Crab Legs and boat drinks. Mmmmm.

Went to the hotel and checked in and went to one of Ryan's haunts from when he lived in St. Louis right there at Westport ... The Trainwreck. We had a drink ... the girls ordered dessert, I think, and then we went to bed.

Saturday morning we ate in the hotel restaurant and headed for the NOO. Ok, if you're wondering what the NOO is, just look at the sign. Turn your head clockwise 90 degrees now. There. I think that came from sister-in-law Betty.

The St. Louis Zoo is a very nice zoo and it's free to the public, courtesy of the Citizens of St. Louis. I spent lots of time there when I lived in St. Louis during the summer of '84 with Tom and Betty and worked at the Checkerdome Hardees (which is still there! But not the Checkerdome).

It was a cool morning, but some of the animals were out. The hyenas were playing keepaway with a rawhide bone, and when they started yipping more they attracted the attention of the cheetahs across the "road" from them. Not the kind of attention you want to attract, typically, but everyone was safe. Not in the minds of the cheetahs. But in reality, safe.

Vicki got her good luck fix by kissing a large bronze cobra, the only kind of snake you'll ever catch her touching (a fake one). And we went on to look at real snakes (the kind that are on the OTHER side of the glass), and Tigers, and Lions and Bears (yeah, yeah). Penguins... butterflies, bugs, seals. And it was time for lunch.

For lunch we went to The Boathouse in Forest Park. I'd ridden my bicycle and driven by it many, many times but had never been there. As a matter of fact, I didn't even know there was a restaurant there. Just paddleboat rentals. Kevin joined us there for lunch and at least Ryan and I had the fish and chips -- which was cod (not catfish, like at "the Ranch") so it was good.

Vicki ordered bread pudding for dessert which we all shared. Tasty.

Then it was off to the Anhaueser Busch Brewery. Where I found out that Land Shark Lager is an Anhaueser Busch product. It's a good one. So, "Fins Up", and we took the tour. I'd been on it once before. This time it was a little different. About the most fascinating part was the bottling and packaging facility. Automated to the teeth.

Kevin came with us. We all had a couple of samples in the hospitality room at the end, and it was time to head home. So we said goodbye to Kevin and drove back to Jefferson City to pick up the car, and then parted ways as the R&K went home and Vicki and I headed to Columbia.

Still no grandbaby. Probably tomorrow, Wednesday at the latest.

So stay tuned.

6:49 am

Thanks to my friend "CMommy" -- a friend that goes waaaaaaaaaaaaaay back ... I find I'm a 6:49am.

Really not a terrible analysis of me.
You're 6:49 a.m.
You're the time of day right around sunrise, when the sky is still a pale bluish gray. The streets are empty, and the grass and leaves are a little bit sparkly with dew. You are the sound of a few chirpy birds outside the window. You are quiet, peaceful, and contemplative. If you move slowly, it's not because you're lazy ? it's because you know there's no reason to rush. You move like a relaxed cat, pausing for deep stretches that make your muscles feel alive. You are long sips of tea or coffee (out of a mug that's held with both hands) that slowly warm your insides just as the sun is brightening the sky.

Catsup

Soup and puree .... don't get left behind!

Ok.... obscure McCartney reference. I'm here to once again catch you up. (get it? Catsup?)

We had Brian and Kristin over for Easter... had the ham, the pineapple cassarole, green beans and au gratin potatoes for dinner. It snowed a little in the morning and we had a fire in the fireplace all day.

Kristin is due Monday. If she doesn't have it by then they will induce, and we will be grandparents.

We're heading to St. Louis this weekend for Kristie's birthday -- she's always wanted to Eat at Joe's, and we plan to. We'll also probably hit Cabela's, maybe a brewery tour.... just putz around.

Last weekend, Ryan, Brian and I took a firearms training course up north of town. Wouldn't you know, Kristin had a few contractions and a little blood and went to the hospital while we were out there. But it was a false alarm, and she's still carrying little BenTrent (the name hasn't been finalized, so we're using both).

I think our heat pump is broken. A couple of weeks ago when it was in the 40's we noticed that it kept running and running and running and it really shouldn't. The last 3 electric bills have been unusually high. I'm afraid there's nothin' for it. I'll be hosting a repair person in the morning to see what our options are. But it's 23 years old.... so ....

To add insult to injury, our sump pump burned up. I just replaced it a year ago. It's little floaty "wag" switch was prone to getting caught on things.... so I went out tonight (it's raining) to get a new one... ended up spending almost twice as much on this one. It has a vertical float instead of a wag, making it much less likely to get trapped. And it's crankin'.

Brian and I went out to Sam's house last night to get a little shooting in. We knocked cans off of a log with pistols and rifles. Had a cigar, and a beer... went to Huer's for dinner afterward.

Is my life exciting, or what?

I imagine the next post will be a birth announcement.

Hello?

My cell phone's been acting up lately -- very quiet voices on the other end. I've been having trouble hearing. Volume's all the way up. Sometimes I can't hear anything at all. And sometimes it's alright.

Well I tried to call Vicki from the store today to see if she thought we needed anything else. We were connected. She could hear me. But nothing. Nada. Zippo on my end.

She even called back. The speaker that does the ringing worked fine. But still nothing in my ear.

So I took it apart when I got home. And I found something unexpected and pretty interesting. There is no direct contact between any conductors and the posts on the earpiece speaker. And this is by design.

As a matter of fact, the strip of copper contacts that goes to the speaker ends in two terminal copper squares, which are separated by a piece of rubber -- again, apparently on purpose, from their corresponding contacts on the back of the speaker. But they're in close enough proximity to them to have an effect on them, making the diaphram move and pouring voices into my ear when I'm talking on the phone.

Most of the time.

Apparently, whatever held them close to those contacts wasn't working the way it used to, and my intermittent problems were a result of this. Finally, today they were apparently far enough away that they had no effect on the speaker at all.

So I fixed it. With -- you guessed it....

Duct Tape.

a little strip to make sure the copper strip is held in place where it is supposed to be. Won't move from there.

And it works great now.

40's Movie

I was in Walgreens the other day, and the lady behind the counter (white hair, maybe early 60's) smiled and said "you look like you just stepped out of a '40's movie".

I was wearing my leather fedora, a staple in my wardrobe in the winter, and a winter coat that looks somewhat like a bomber jacket.

I looked up and said, "Yeah, intermission's about over, and I need to get back."

SNUL

As a blogger bud of mine says. "Sorry No Updates Lately".

He hates "SNUL" posts. Blogs are by nature a place where the blogger goes when he feels like he has something to say. And there really hasn't been that much exciting going on.

But I know some of you out there check in to see what Phil is up to, and it's got to get kind of old after a while checking and seeing nothing.

Went out to Sam's with Ryan last weekend to do some target practice with pistols. Need to get used to the new 9mm. I'm ok at self-defense ranges with my other guns, but the 9 makes me flinch for some reason. So I'm doing some dry firing to try to break me of the habit. I'll try it again this weekend.

It got quite warm last Sunday -- 78 for the high, with a sharp drop that night. We were around 40 Monday with sunshine, but just 60 miles south of here they got about 6-8" of snow as the sun beat down upon us. Some unusually cold air for the season is swooping down upon us tonight, but it's not supposed to last more than a day.

We went to a cool place in Fulton with the Williams' on Saturday. A restaurant called Beks. Huge selection of very good beers, and the food was excellent. Yeah. In Fulton. I had a stuffed pork chop that had a surprise of lemon rind in the stuffing. It was great. I had an Italian and a German Triple Bock, and for dessert this chocolate stout mixed with a rasberry ale -- it was like a chocolate rasberry dessert, but not as sweet.

Or chewey.

Still anticipating the arrival of the Grandson early next month.

In other exciting news, we went out to the Elks for a bit this evening and to Angelo's for dinner. Greek Pizza. Whoo-hooo! Aren't you glad you dropped by now? ;-)

Elks Prom

We went to the Purple Ball again this year. It's typically the weekend nearest Valentines Day. Fellow Elks Brian and Kristin, the parents of our very soon to be born grandson went as well. We had a nice dinner and went next door to the dance. It's just kind of fun to get dressed up and go out and have a good time. Nothing dramatic. Just some good, clean fun.

Look. We clean up ok, don't we?

I Think We'll Go on a Walkabout

So Ryan called saturday morning and wanted to know if we'd like to met him & Kristie at "the new spot". I had other stuff to do, but since the ladies were to come on this one I thought it sounded like fun.

So we went. We hiked in from Rutherford while RyKri hiked in from Boydsville. We met around 11:00 and set about gathering wood and starting a fire.

Several weeks ago Ryan and Kristie had gone there and apparently some... I assume juveniles, had been there with a hatchet and hacked down a small but living tree, and hacked into the bark of a couple of the nice ones by the fire ring. We're not too happy about that.

We cooked food over the coals, sat and talked in the 50 degree sunshine, and shot at soda cans (which we do clean up!) Vicki shot my .45 revolver and Ryan's .40 automatic. She thought she might want to handle the revolver since ... well, it's there to use in a home defense situation and it's good to have fired it and know what to expect.

A sharp cold front arrived around 2:20 pm and it started falling through the 40's. We left around 3:30 for the hike out.

It was a good day to be out.

One More Superbowl Observation

I'm not a huge sports fan anymore, but I can appreciate a good game. I can appreciate talent, heart, and effort.

All of which were summed up on one play in the Giants' final drive. I believe it was a third and a not-so-trivial 5 with 1:15 left to play. It looked for all the world that Manning was going to be sacked for a hefty loss bringing up a fourth and very long. He was sandwiched between three defenders with maybe one of his guys. One defender had a good hold on his jersey.

And somehow, in a Tarkenton-esque manner, he managed to twirl and pop out of the crowd. He found Tyree 30 yards downfield. Tyree, in turn, was well-covered and jumped to catch a high pass, ultimately holding the ball against the top of his helmet with two hands as he was brought to the ground. The ball didn't come out. That's tenacity.

If I were going to make a "who wants it more?" video, the slow-motion footage of that play would be a top choice.

(while it lasts, here it is in German)

Best Superbowl Commercial

This one made watching the game worth it. Oh yeah, it was a good game, too. We were both rooting hard for the Giants in the end. And we were rewarded ;-)

I absolutely lost it over this commercial. I inhaled salsa. It hurt.

The Rest of the Weekend

When I got back from walkabout, Kevin and Angela were here, as expected. They're moving the last stuff out of their old house here before the lease is up. They loaded up the old Toyota truck and drove it over here. Kevin fixed some chicken taco stuff and we had that, then stayed up to about midnight talking.

Went to the Elks for breakfast this morning where Brian and Kristin joined us to make it a complete family affair.

I suppose we'll watch the Superbowl this evening, though I don't think either of us really cares who wins. Vicki's leaning Giants.

Rapelling?

Me?

Ryan wanted to show me how to do it. I suppose it isn't like rock climbing, or especially cliff-climbing -- which I can't see myself doing.

We went on walkabout yesterday to the New Spot. Ryan brought ropes, a carabiner, and a decender. And of course all the usual walkabout stuff.

We hiked in in the snow -- about an inch fell on Thursday night, but the day warmed to 48 degrees and all the snow on the southern slopes melted off.

It was sunny enough to start a fire with a magnifying glass and some dry leaves. Ryan brought his grill and made a poor boy packets, and I brought a cornish game hen.



Also used up a bunch of old .22LR ammo Ryan said he needed to use up. I did my best to chase an empty soda can around on the ground with some hand-to-eye coordination practice.


We did the rapelling while lunch cooked. And passed the time with a little Wild Turkey and a pipe and before we knew it it was time to go.

16 Years