Bogs,

Hey, the Minnesota River just north of Mankato runs right past my place of work.  Too bad you aren't paddling past them this morning. I'd have you plaster a sign on your yak for my 640 buddies there.  It might say, "Greetings from Jimbo!  He's thinking of you right now as he swims on a tropical beach...NOT!!"

One of these days I'll get around to paddling the Minnesota.  Lots of guys in the plant fish it.  They know most of the deeper holes where walleye can be found.

Temps here got close to 100 degrees yesterday...at least that's what the car thermometer read the one time I looked.  It sure felt it!  Scrounging around the local food market in the afternoon was a pretty sweltering experience.  No wonder most "activity" around here gets accomplished in the morning!  Don't know what the weather report is telling me this morning OR even IF it IS a weather report.  Can't understand a thing they're saying on the radio!!  The tunes they play DO have a nice beat.  Perhaps I should say tune, singular.  It is almost always the same rhythm...or so it seems.  The market for "drummers" down here must be phenomenal.

Anyway, I prefer going out on the back porch to catch the breeze off the Pacific, to admire sqwawking colorful big-tailed birds waft their way up the seaside cliff, & to watch strange-looking lizards jump from my roof top to branches of the trees above my head.  The whole thing is kind of ethereal.  VERY non-Minnesotan (which is neither good nor bad, just interesting).

The truth be known: I MUCH prefer the high-pitched song of white-throats in the North Woods in May/June, guys!

Catch you later, Bogs!  It's time to absorb "the Tropics" & to develop new appreciations... or, at least, so says my wife!!!

Looks like boys want to have a "surfing" day, today.  Ah, where is my old Greg Noll 9 foot board when I need it??  I could float the whole family on that one!!  Alas, the wife hawked it off about 10 years ago in a yard sale.   Geez.

My canoe??  She'll have to pry it out of my cold, dead fingers....

Jimbo