All data counts toward the whole. Here are a couple of images that don't involve trees, birds, moose (tried to upload the moose video yesterday, but the application stalled out after 3 hours), or dogges, but which helped define the trip.
Winchell: aka "lil' baby absolut' meets his match in Tina, the Best Waitress in the Whole World Even Though She Turned Down My Invitation to Grouse Camp (her fingers in the foreground, the only photo evidence we have of her):
The "did I say Italian" genius appears background left.
Here is a shot of everyone doing what they do best, and presaging Wednesday night's political "discussion": Josh is finger pointing, perhaps even finger waggling, drawing his conclusions from his recent perusal of People magazine; Pete is gazing worshipfully at his Personal Political Savior, wondering what kind of scotch he should ask for next week; Jim is wisely holding back; Keith is biting through his tongue, wishing he were somewhere else, and manfully restraining himself from...what?
Didn't notice this before, but the "Florida" coffee mug could be a sign of some sort...hmmm.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
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shoot. Somehow Pete got cut off when I uploaded this. Man, I stink at blogging. You can click on the picture to get Pete's worshipful smile.
awesome post, dude. I edited your html, Pete's worshipful smile should be shining through now. Go Obama, go.
Ah man...really great post! Love it.
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