The car will be here in 12 hours to take us to JFK. In that time, we have to pack (yet to begin) and then head over to Dad-in-law Fixer's to make sure he's all squared away. Thankfully, I dropped Shayna at her vet's yesterday so I don't have a Cattle Dog under foot trying to help. Barring any changes (or wifi on the aircraft), my next post will be from The Golden Lion Pub aboard QM2.
As always, Gord's the man. Don't give him too much shit. And, keeping up with tradition, I'm posting yet another version of this tune.