Bad Boy, Bad Boy, Whatcha going to do."

Sunday afternoon the area was crawling with deputies. Eventually the young man in the brown Buick was packed up and escorted off the grounds. I was washing my rig and missed parts. Tim said he heard a woman shouting the "B" word. Joe said he saw a young woman running by his rig and saying she called the cops to say they were no longer needed. A cruiser cut right across Scout Hill in pursuit of same girl. Hour long palavering. Shirt donned, Buick left with Cruiser 5 feet from the back bumper. Much quieter in the long term tent camping area.

Fun with the Quebecois. A couple in a Rialta-bigger than a van not as big as a Class C camper, were freaking out because their camper wasn't level. The plastic blocks didn't satisfy. They decided to dig holes for the back tires. I loaned them my shovel telling them if they got in trouble they didn't know where the shovel came from. The man dug some neat little holes. The camper was level. Joe said he watched with great amusement: they got stuck in their own holes. She was shooting shell rock thirty feet trying to drive out. They got caught and borrowed the shovel again to fill in the holes.

Jan and Bob drove Patsy to the Ft. Lauderdale airport. Patsy was dressed for travel with her passport, money and ticket in a lavalier wallet.

Lew and Greg emerged from seclusion and brought their dogs by Monday afternoon. Pupper and Honey really hit it off playing. Pupper eventually got amorous which amused the four men and five large dogs, as Tim and Milo had joined us. I had a pot of soup on. Tim had four fat red snapper fillets caught fresh. I made a dash to the store for potatoes and go-withs. We had soup and hard rolls with butter, Snapper cooked to our own specification on my Weber grill, banapple salad (very good), baked potatoes, and fresh cut fruit with cream cheese dipping sauce. We sat in the dark smoking, drinking and B.S.'ing until 8:00 p.m. Tim is nice but not too deep. He tells kind of boring stories from his life and like Chris Farley doing interviews on SNL , ends them by muttering sotto voce, "that was cool." I heard how the mighty hunter caught our supper about four times. I was having a hard time being appropriately responsive because my mind was way elsewhere. Greg is going fishing with Tim on Wednesday. Spontaneous, tasty, fun, new friends, dining outdoors with our dogs on December 15: life is good.