Happy Birthday Big J

As I was groggily waking up on Saturday, I got a phone call from Big J demanding to know why we kept calling her without saying anything. C who was doing early morning carpentry at the Buddhist priory had his cell phone perfectly positioned so his pants dialed June. At least his pants and his left cheek remembered J's birthday.

Now that the crab strike has lifted, I had my first shellful of crab butter rubbed with rice and brandy.