How to build a boat... and a table...

The first step, of course, is to convince your wife that probably the ONLY thing that will make you happy and keep you out of her hair when you retire is to have a workshop where you can go to work on boats, wooden boats. Choosing an appropriate plan is only a minor detail after that...
Next step? Acquire enough wood to build said boat. It helps if you have a cousin who has white oak in his forest and can somehow be talked into parting with a tree big enough to make a boat. Photo 1 -John & Cousin John selecting the tree and start cutting it down. Photo 2 - Tree does not make a clean break but hangs up on other trees. It helps if cousin in question has a ladder and a tow truck and can convince you the tree won't fall if you climb that ladder and secure a tow rope around the tree. This determines just how badly you want to build said boat. Patty visualizes widowhood. Photo 3 - In spite of the tow rope almost turning over the tow truck with cousin's wife, Judy, the tree remains uncooperative. Photo 4 - If at first you don't succeed, pull from the other direction. Walla - down it goes. No widows this time out. Photo 5 - What are the chances of the tree landing and balancing exactly on the stump? Tree is cut into 12 foot lengths. Photo 6 - Tow truck again proves handy in pulling those logs out of the woods. Photo 7 - Invite Andrew & his sawmill over to make a few passes through the log. Sweat! sweat! sweat! = a 90 degree day with 90% humidity. Photo 8 - It helps if cousin has heavy duty trailer to carry planks to Rambo. When Rambo refuses to accept planks longer than 12 foot, bring out the saw once again and cut them off. Sweat! To say deodorant failed long ago does not have to be verbalized. Photo 9 - Load planks into Rambo. Will he or will he not make it back to New York at the end of the weekend or will he have collapsed in a rusty heap by the time he's asked to roll out on Sunday? Stay tuned...


How a cousin builds a table...
First, it helps to be a fine woodworker with a friend who thinks of you when they take down a big black walnut tree in their yards. (It also helps to have some big boy toys such as a tow truck, dump truck, heavy duty trailer and backhoe...) Call in Andrew with his sawmill. Have Robbie drop by just as you're loading the log and have your cousin stick around. Photo 1 - log goes on sawmill. Photo 2 - Andrew, John, Robbie, John and "The Log"... Photo 3 - Log is too big for mill so parts of it have to be trimmed off. Did I mention SWEAT?! Photo 4 - End up with nice black walnut planks that will dry in workshop for a couple of years. We'll have a bit of wait to see that table but, trust me, it will be worth it!

Of hot dogs & rocks...

This trip it's Rambo's turn for a little outing. We're off to points south for a little wood cutting and John's family reunion. Multiple choice... Is Rambo along for the ride because - a) he has air conditioning as opposed to Tillie; b) we're planning to camp on the shores of Maryland; c) he's the most fuel efficient vehicle we own; or d) he's the only vehicle we own that could possibly cart 12 foot lengths of wood. The answer is d. (Oh, how I wish a. was also correct! As for b? - you'd have to be INSANE! as in HOT, SANDY, CROWDED! And one doesn't even want to think about c - heart be still as John fills the gas tank...).

On hot and humid days no trip through the Delaware Water Gap would be the same without a pit stop at Hot Dog Johnny's (born the same year John was which makes it old?...) Where else can you still buy a mug of buttermilk (I knew you wouldn't believe me so just look at the photo) or, in our case, a birch beer (they will also add ice cream to the birch beer if you want - we wanted). If you look on the far left of the second photo you'll see John behind Rambo with a giant hot dog on top. (That shot was purely unintentional - will have to work on it for next time.)

ONE of Cousin John's projects this summer (he can never have just one) was to remove the concrete retaining wall next to their basement door (some folks work out frustrations by pulling weeds, others use jackhammers - think I'll stick with weeds...). At any rate, in its place he built this absolutely beautiful retaining wall with rock from their property. I am sooooooo envious of that beautiful rock! Wonder how Rambo would do as a rock hauler?

Putt putting along...

It seems a trip this summer would not be complete without stopping to see how the croquet court is doing. Obviously, if Fred ever needs a reference as greens keeper he'll have no problem getting one from this blogger! Did you ever see a court so thick and lush? If I were a kid again, or perhaps a dog in a different life, I can just imagine taking a roll on that grass.

According to Fred, Terry has been trying different mowing techniques. The first time out was a diagonal mow. This last time it was just a straightforward up and back mow. Word has it the diagonal left a better result.

The next time I post, you should see a real croquet game on that court! I'm already practicing in my mind...

On to Quebec!

There's only one little problem about going from PEI to Quebec... there's not much exciting in between. Plaster Rock was about it in terms of New Brunswick highlights unless you want to starting beware of moose signs. (I took the photo from the gas station across the street and somehow didn't feel the need to go closer...)

Then on to Quebec City trying to remember our almost non-existent and very rusty French. However, it is Quebec City's 400th anniversary so how could we pass it by? Opting NOT to stay at the Fairmont Le Chateau Frontenac, we "chose" instead to camp in Tillie at a campground almost on top of the major highway. How were we to know the day we chose to visit was also the day Paul McCartney would be giving a free concert and everything - hotel, rooms, campsites had been booked months in advance? Over 200,000 attended in the city. And while we did take the ferry (sans Tillie) over to the city and spend the day sightseeing (we also enjoyed a beer in the bar of the hotel), we didn't stay for the concert. Instead, we took the ferry back to Tillie in Levee and watched it on the big outdoor screen there along with several thousand others. Tillie was by no means the only VW bus to come the show... Remembrances of days gone by.

Snapped this photo of the "security crew" with their bag of tricks trying to get someone's (probably someone with reservations...) car unlocked at the hotel. Service is everything! Or were they just trying to clear the way for the Paul McCartney motorcade that went by a few minutes later?

Quebec City is built on a "hill" and so is the city of Levee across the river. After walking/climbing around the Quebec City all day the last thing we wanted to do when we returned to Levee was walk. However, the tourist agent (a.k.a. torture agent) suggested it would be better to walk to a restaurant for dinner rather than drive. That meant "up" as everything is "up" from the river. Tillie was happy to avoid the climb but our legs weren't... This photo is looking "down". Needless to say it was taken AFTER dinner and AFTER our breathing returned to more normal proportions.

Now it's back to the states, that is if John can get his legs to move enough to shift Tillie's gears. Quebec hills leave you with something to remember them by.

Wrapping it up...

Friday, July 18

Paint, paint, paint - never enough time to complete a project. However, today was our last day and we were busy to the end. Photo 1 is one of our team leaders, Jan, and our local on-site supervisor, Steve. (I should have turned off the flash - that red is amazing! No dull, winter days in this house!)

Photo 2 - Since our group wouldn't be around for the house dedication, we dedicated the new shed and turned over the keys to the new homeowner family.

Photo 3 - The stool that John made (with so many volunteers there was a shortage of ladders so John cobbed together a stool from the scrap). Lisa & Briann felt "inspired" when on paint cleanup detail.

Photo 4 - The laminated floor was a final day project. You can tell John & Jim were putting a lot of thought into the project. Actually they were cutters extraordinaire answering that age old question - how many guys does it take to cut a piece of wood?

Photo 5 - No we didn't get red paint on our shirts. Those are the nice new ones the folks on PEI gave us as a thank you. We had a GREAT time, gained a little weight, made new friends, saw a new part of the world and are looking forward to the next time we can do this again.

Adding a bit of color...

The Gillis’, whose house we’re working on, have moved 11 times and each time into an apartment painted white. They also live on PEI where winter’s days are very short, cold, snowy & downright dreary at times. To say “the colors Natasha has chosen are BRIGHT” is perhaps the biggest understatement I’ve made in months. Today the “PP team” finished the little girl’s bedroom – 2 opposite walls & the ceiling purple & the other two walls bright pink.

The bathroom is bright school bus yellow (many comments were made during the day about using the left over paint to touch up Tillie). The boys’ bedroom is bright blue. Keith, one of the terrific local volunteers, gave the gals a hand with this room. The rest of the men were busy putting in trim and doors (their opinions of the color selections were perhaps why they opted out of painting today even though they all pitched in yesterday to help with the white primer…)

The kitchen is orange as is one wall of the living room. The other walls in the living room, the hallway, and the master bedroom are all going to be red. The red wall in the photo has one coat of paint. It will get a second coat to brighten it up a bit more. Anyone on PEI this winter who is feeling a need for color will only have to visit the Gillis’.

Keep meaning to show you my favorite sign in our campground. By the way, I’ve observed it’s the men who do the laundry (and perhaps the spelling….)

The women of PEI...

Lest you think we haven’t been working on the house, an update… Our crew finished the dry wall last week and the professional plasterers have been in mudding the walls, putting the final coat on Tuesday morning. We did take Monday afternoon off because it rained and we couldn’t do anything inside the house until the plastering was completed. A sunny Tuesday saw us back at work priming and painting the doors and all the woodwork before it is installed. Many hands make fast work. Lack of running water makes for messy hands – hence no photos to share.

Instead I’ll share a couple of photos/tidbits about some of the women on PEI. On the northwestern coast is the little village of Miminegash. Folks earn a living by farming, fishing and harvesting Irish moss from the sea with big work horses. The video we saw of the harvest makes you appreciate what hard, cold, wet & dangerous work it is. By the way, Irish moss is used to make carrageenan, a natural gel used as a thickener in everything from ice cream to toothpaste. Until recently they provided about a third of the worldwide demand. Then another plant was discovered in the Pacific that did the same thing and was easily farmed. Suddenly, this income stream is rapidly disappearing. To help, the women of the community formed a cooperative and opened The Seaweed Pie (sort of a sponge cake with a gelatin topping) Café and added a room telling Irish Moss. Now they’re also looking at developing their own products using the Irish Moss – their lotion is GREAT! And so is their food! Unfortunately, this year has added another obstacle – increased gas prices and lack of much else in that part of PEI other than a pretty coastal drive has meant a marked decrease in tourist business. We did our bit.

PEI raises some of the best oysters in the world (10 million) and while it’s not an “r” month, you can still buy them locally. The best we’ve had so far were in Stanley Bridge at a restaurant owned by one of the oyster “farmers”. And just up the road from there is the Sterling Women’s Institute Community Hall that hosts ceilidhs (pronounced k-lee – my theory is if you’re the first person to spell a word, then the spelling is right; otherwise how could you possibly get that pronunciation from that spelling?!). Anyway, ceilidhs are local music nights and the women at this institute host 5 a week during the summer. The Ross Family performed the night we went - terrific bluegrass. Now for the women… There are 100 chapters of the Sterling Women’s Institute across the island (the institute was founded in Ontario over 100 years ago). Thirty-five years ago the government asked them to “clean up” the island. As the women said, if you want something done right, they’re the people to ask. They’ve done a GREAT job too! We have yet to pass any place where there’s junk in the yard – everyplace is well cared for and tended. Way to go PEI women!!!

Move over Kansas!

Tillie has experienced the wind on the Great Plains. My current theory is the wind from there is only building up speed before it moves east to PEI. There's a reason why Canada and VESTA (they make the really big wind generators) both use PEI as a wind energy development and testing site. The generator in the photo is the largest in North America and is located on the north coast. We suspect there are many more “down” days for the generators because of too much wind rather than too little.

At our beautiful campground, the kite surfers

are out every day (what keeps them from becoming completely airborne is beyond me). Of course the fact that our net tent has yet to become airborne is another miracle. It wouldn’t surprise me at all to someday look out to sea and spot Tillie skipping across the water using the tent as her kite behind the other adventuresome folks.

For women readers, beauticians here are called hairstylists although any “style” other than windblown would immediately leave your head the minute you stepped out the door. Personally, I’ve been developing the wild hair look controlled only by my hard hat. It has also occurred to me that Anne did not wear her hair in braids because of her age – it was the wind!

The weekend off...

With the weekend off we decided to head to Charlottetown. After all, how could we be this close and not visit the site where the country of Canada was born in 1864? If I got the story right, the Maritime Provinces had decided to meet and discuss joining together. When representatives of the other provinces (they just happened to be meeting in Ottawa) heard of the meeting on PEI they decided to invite themselves. After a lot of political discussions around the table in the photo and a MUCH greater amount of partying, they verbally agreed to unite. The written details would take place in Ottawa a couple of months later. PEI’s legislative body still meets in a room this size in this same building, two months in the spring and the same in the fall. (Perhaps we should send some of our representatives up here to take lessons…)

Charlottetown is also home to Canada’s longest running musical, “Anne of Green Gables” (44 years). As the guide book says… it’s a must see; “you’ll enjoy it, and your friends will never have to know” (or will they?)

Ah! The food!

Thursday & Friday, July 10 & 11

The folks on PEI are feeding us VERY well. Our leaders told us at the beginning this was going to be a 10 pound build (you can expect to gain 10 pounds), but it looks like it may be a 15 pound build. Yesterday it was homemade scones fresh out of the oven. Today it was homemade muffins, still warm. And that’s only for morning break. John has been in his glory because they’ve grilled hot dogs the last two days for lunch (he will NOT get those at home) and lots of veggies for non hot dog eaters such as myself. Then, of course, there are the homemade cookies… And then comes afternoon break… It’s really a wonder we’re able to get any work done at all but it does insure we come back every day. The group shot is of our group (we’re most of the ones in the hard hats – guess we’re becoming so attached to our hard hats we don’t even want to take them off for lunch!) plus some of the local volunteers.

Even with all that food, we still manage to be hungry for dinner. The locals recommended Victoria by the Sea as a nice place to walk around and have supper (here dinner is the noon meal). It was charming (the roses live there). The haddock was some of the best we'd ever had. Last night the entire group went to one of the lobster suppers put on by the Legion - the lobster (whole) was served cold and delicious. Amazing we still had room for the fresh strawberry shortcake.

Back on the home front… the dry wall has all been hung thanks in large part to Pierre, the man on the ladder. He’s a professional and has been ABSOLUTELY GREAT to work with! I can’t believe John & I have hung so much dry wall and didn’t know so many of the tricks he showed us. No way do we want to do our house over again but, if we do dry walling on another Habitat build, we will certainly be able to do a better job.

Let's hear it for the women!

,Tuesday & Wednesday, July 8 & 9

Lots of volunteers doing things like insulation & drywall, not to mention the electricians & a plumber = crowded. Then there was the black goop used to seal the plastic to make this a very energy efficient house. The black goop had the amazing ability to multiply, to jump out at you no matter what you touched so we all ended up with black here and there. (Our leader had to send back to the camp for clean shorts and we had to make a trip back to the work site when we discovered John had some all over his arm). While this may have lead to many "internal" comments (this is a clean Habitat site after all) it did not lead to photos of the inside of the house.

So today’s photos are of the young women we have in our group building a storage shed behind
the house. Notice in the first photo the two story house in the background to the right. That was the first Habitat house built in Summerville and it was built entirely by women. Since 1999 Habitat
volunteers (men and women) have built 23 houses on the island. They have so many local volunteers that they have volunteers working in the evening as well as during the day. Per capita PEI comes in as the third most active in all Habitat projects in Canada.

Having gone to the theater last night to see the musical “Anne & Gilbert” (one cannot get far from the Anne of Green Gables theme) we forgot to get milk for breakfast (a good excuse to go out). We opted for a more traditional breakfast although we could have gotten French fries; or French fries with gravy; or French fries with ground beef and peas; or French fries with ground beef, chicken, peas and something else that I’ve forgotten. Potatoes are BIG here on the island. While we ate, Tillie felt much at home in the parking lot near her “cousin”.

Tillie by the sea...

Sunday, Monday, July 6-7, 2008

Linkletter Provincial Park is another of PEI’s beautiful parks and where we’ll be staying for the next two weeks. (We have yet to ascertain whether or not it is any relation to Art). If you squint really hard at the photo, to the right of Tillie in the distance is the new bridge that brought us to the island. The bridge is both a blessing (it’s easy now to get on & off the island instead of waiting hours for the ferry) and a curse (many more people are now coming to the island and things are quickly getting more commercial).

But the real reason we’re here is to help finish a house for the Gillis family of five. If our group does its job, the house should be finished in two weeks and the family moving in the beginning of August.

You may not suspect it, but fashion, even at a Habitat build site, is important. There was absolutely no question that Heather put the rest of us to shame. All of us ladies were VERY envious of her purple leather nail pouch not to mention her pink handled pliers and a pink razor blade knife. They were accented by her yellow gloves and tape measure. The orange hard hat each of us were issued by the site (Canada requires we all wear hard hats) completed her outfit perfectly. My first thought was Canadians must have it all over us Americans in terms of fashion (Heather’s from Ottawa) but it turns out all her accessories with the exception of the hard hat were purchased in Tennessee. Who would have thought?! (John has already grown quite fond of his orange hard hat but as of yet I don’t think he’s shopping for a purple nail pouch.)

The last photo shows the house we’re working on. The CBS was at the site today filming. This is the first time PEI has hosted a Care-A-Vanner build so they’re quite excited. Supposedly the film clip will be at the web site … www.cbc.ca/pei for 48 hours so take a look if you get a chance. (I took a quick look but couldn't find it. The clip aired both Monday night and Tuesday a.m.)

PS - I've had difficulty finding a wireless connection. This broadcast is being brought to you via the Linkletter Potato Warehouse - it even smells like potatoes in storage and is nice and cool.

North Cape Coastal Drive

Saturday, July 5, 2008

John's choice stop of the day, being an Idaho boy, was PEI’s potato museum in O’Leary. PEI gives Idaho a big run for its money in terms of potato production – red iron oxide soil vs. volcanic soil, am not sure who wins. The museum was very interesting but after about half an hour even John’s “potato fun meter” ran out. (And, yes, that is a giant potato in the photo. Fortunately, they had none for sale!)




My choice stop of the day was the beautiful Bottle Houses on the North Cape Shore. What we learned - it’s VERY important to have a good foundation. Mr. Arsenault built them on railroad ties and they only lasted about 10 years because of the frost heaves in this cold part of the world (sounds a bit like the chimney for our sugar shack). They’ve now been rebuilt on firmer footings surrounded by beautiful gardens. Inspiration for when we get home… (Yes, that is a giant flower sculpture in the photo. Unfortunately, they had none for sale.)

Points East Coastal Area

Friday, July 4, 2008

First, we owe our apologies to Tillie and her performance in the wind. It turned out that it was a very WINDY day everywhere. Normally the ride in the big ferry to PEI is relatively smooth but that day… let’s just say rumor has it they ran out of sea sick bags early in the voyage.

PEI really is the land of gentle rolling hills/farmland that goes down to the sea. Very beautiful and very unpopulated by US waterfront standards. The provincial parks where we’re camping are right on the ocean with red sand (due to iron oxide) beaches/shore land. They are beautiful parks lacking only internet service so these postings will be sporadic. PEI has its own style of lighthouse – the one in the photo happens to be the first one that received a distress signal from the Titanic so you know how far east we are.

We spent the first couple of days exploring the south and east end of island as that’s furthest from where we’ll be working. The slogan PEI uses is “the gentle island”. In fact, some villages marked on the map are so “gentle” that we drove right through them without knowing we’d been there (or perhaps PEI is just marking “villages to be”…). Cardigan proves no crossroads is too small to support a library. Actually Cardigan is a bit bigger than most and even had an internet café.

Farming on PEI doesn’t stop at the sea. Mussel farming is particularly big business. Those black dots on the water hold strings of mussels making themselves plump enough to make it to our tables. Seemed like a good business to be in until you realized they harvest them all year (that includes winter) long. The video clip we watched showed men (women don’t want to be liberated that badly) with snow suits & icicles frozen to their beards using chain saws to cut through the ice. One of them dons a wet suit (guess who drew the short straw last night?) and hops in the hole to locate the ropes of mussels to be harvested. If any of you are interested in winter employment, I’m sure there are always openings…

Thursday - Maine to Prince Edward Island...

Thursday, July 3, 2008

All day we were periodically reminded by yellow warning signs we were in moose country. Fortunately we did NOT see any unless you count the large 4 legged black BBQ I spotted at twilight at our campground for the night. Obviously, while my memory may sometimes fail, my imagination is still as sharp as ever.

Most folks going to Prince Edward Island (PEI) from the states take the coastal route. (Now we now know the main reason is NOT that it is shorter...) We opted to head north and take Route 6, crossing at Vanceboro. If you're into backwoods and desolation, this stretch of Maine is for you. Once we crossed into Canada, the land appeared a bit more hospitable. The town of McAdam was, and still is, a railroad hub with the lovely train station you see in the photo.

Once we got to Fredericton, the capital of New Brunswick (we know the capital building must be there somewhere but we missed it), we took the scenic road along the Saint John River – gives the Hudson a run for its money in terms of size. Then it was on the main Canadian highway from Jemseg to Moncton. Trust us – you do NOT want to break down on this road; you want to make sure your gas take is FULL of gas before venturing forth; you do NOT want to travel it in the winter or probably at night since there were lots of moose signs; you do NOT to want navigate it in Tillie on a windy day. We managed the first items but not the last. WINDY, WINDY, WINDY... poor Tillie was practically blown off the road. Not fun but it certainly kept John awake at the wheel.

After passing our last moose signs of the day (these flashing no less) just before the PEI bridge, we arrived on the island. Since crossing over we’ve seen no moose signs, our campground had no 4 legged BBQs, and the wind was blowing just enough to keep the mosquito's at bay.

Wed. - NH to Maine...

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Heading toward Prince Edward Island, sort of that is as there's really no Tillie worthy direct route. Saying our goodbyes to Ginny, Steve, Ben & RB who sent us on our way well fed, we headed north to Route 2. Normally we might have taken diagonal back roads instead of I93 but that would mean going by Lake Winnipesaukee. The last time we’d been there Tillie “decided” to blow her engine and spent the summer there being pampered. We were afraid she’d get “ideas” again so made a wide berth.

We can now verify that “Old Man of the Mountain” is no longer there although one is encouraged to stop and look at where it was… We thought the excitement might be too much so headed on to Maine for lunch in Bethel. It’s a lovely little village and a good place to stop (and we can now tell a friend who grew up there that we’ve finally been there).

Our favorite stop of the day, however, was in Skowhegan, ME (see photo). American ingenuity! Where else can you go in the north, strip off, and get tan while your clothes are getting cleaned? Just think of this the next time you hear Skowhegan has again been blanketed with snow.

And then there was the “Family Consignment” shop in Howland, ME. I dreamed all night of families shopping for new relatives. Perhaps you'd like another kid or two or a slightly used mother-in-law? Howland is the place to go….

On the road in Tillie & heading to PEI

We're off again! In Tillie once again you'll be pleased to know. This time it's to Prince Edward Island in Canada to work on a Habitat Build (a real hardship post I'm sure).

As we're staying the first night with our friends in New Hampshire, we and Tillie have been this route before. I thought at first I'd write about Troy, the home of Uncle Same, since it's so close to the 4th, but then we came to Bennington, Vermont. They have all these wonderful "people" sculptures on the street doing ordinary things. The sculpture in this photo is the window washer, not the biker. My favorite sculpture is a man dropping trash in a trash can but it was on the other side of the road and impossible to get a photo of as we zipped along. You will just have to visit Bennington and see for yourselves.

Then is was on to the Molly Stark Trail/highway to travel through Vermont. Since we'd just had our VISTA reunion where we collectively could not remember the year we had had the reunion in North Carolina, I did not feel shy about asking John to refresh my memory as to who exactly, Molly Stark was. His reply... "that person who did something in the war". Now we're all enlightened.

A VISTA Reunion

40 years ago our government recruited young folks, mostly from college campuses among graduates not sure what they wanted to do in life, to address the problem of poverty in this country. It was also the time of the Vietnam War, so the fact that many draft boards gave a deferment for VISTA also helped with recruitment. Our friend, Karol, now refers to our efforts as "Johnson's failed war on poverty". The group John & I worked with was assigned to rural North Carolina.

Some things have not changed since then. Unfortunately, poverty still exists. However, those we worked with have remained life long friends. And we all still like to eat. This past weekend we hosted, along with our fellow VISTA, Judi & her husband Scott, our 40th reunion. (Let me tell you it did NOT seem like 40 years to any of us, probably since we all seem to have forgotten a lot that's gone on in those 40 years!)

In the photo, John & Karen & breakfast at the "pig pit". There's something about a little smoke and fresh air that makes breakfast taste just that much better.

Then came the pig - North Carolina was, and still is, BIG on "chopped hog" BBQ. There were not enough of us to warrant a "full hog" but after all was said and done we found the pork shoulders just as good, all be it the "production" element was not as dramatic.

And then the "group portrait" (my apologies to Ken who hadn't arrived yet when the photo was taken). Howie took the award for having come the farthest (Oregon) in the US; Zelda (London) for our transcontinental traveler; and Steve (Boise) for the longest time to get here (airline delays seem to be with us). When Steve's GPS unit on his rental car directed him up our seasonal road through the corn field at 2:30 a.m. he REALLY began to get nervous - as John told him when he called in a panic, "just think Steven King and keep driving". A good time was had by all!!!!