Howdy...

... greetings from Scotland, gentle readers.... I trust you all are well and fine and getting exactly what each of you deserve....

... oh, and many thanks to Brother Jimbo of the Rest Stop for holding down the fort while I was away... the man is a talented man among talented men... but that Playskool Razor joke was just a bridge too far...

... by the by, I will attempt to post everyday from now on out.... after all, I wouldn't want Jim to get TOO comfortable with my Tennessee neighbors while I'm gone... I fear the poor man doesn't really know how they get after a few stiff drinks (once they get to know you)... and I worry about him losing his heart to the wily ways of a handsome backwoodsman... hey, it has happened before...

... so anyway, here I is... pecking away at the keyboard from the lovely city of Montrose... smelling the salt air of the North Sea... etc.. y'all get the point...

... this is going to be a new project for me, though... a blow by blow travelogue of sorts... exciting stuff... riveting stuff.... you know, like what I had to eat for lunch and such... besides, I know what a short attention span you retards have... so I'll try to keep everything short and sweet..

... but right now I'm running out of time... see, I'm off to a black-tie choral concert tonight and I need to polish my cowboy boots before mingling with the locals... so I'll fill everyone in with the gory details of the past week tomorrow some time...

... for four days Royal Deeside never knew what hit it, people... just trust me...