Rick -
Greets from the "left coast" to the "right coast" for ya. Have a wonderful new year, and may we all survive the flying gobs of falling humpty dumpty doo-doo in 2008.
Hoist a pint of prime Florida ale (gator urine?) for me willya? (Wish we wuz n NY, then we could really celebrate). Oh ya, and I can't be Mr. Schiff 'cause no matter how hard I'm rummaging around in my pockets fer silver en gold dollarz I can't seem to scare up 15 million USD.
Wouldn't mind renting his crib in Connecticut though. Here's a toast to Peter (and Metalman too, who's a chip off the old block in his own right). Yes, our Peter may go around "trawling" for new ideas wherever (like around here f'rinstance), but don't they all? ('cept EJ of course).
Like I said already - Greets from the "left coast" to the "right coast" for ya. I know who you remind me of, that guy in the Paul Theroux novel - "Mosquito Coast" - dragging his family off to the middle of nowhere in search of adventure! Poor family, following a nut like you around!
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