Call me Ishmael.

The White Whale is somebody else’s problem! Yay!


A friend of a friend’s friend had an eight-ton Kodiak that pulled that bad boy out of here without the slightest little problem, and in a flash substantially improved the looks of our ridge. No harpoon required.

One down, two to go.

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You shouldn't ask these questions of a paranoid recluse, you know.
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To the stake with the heretic!