Yesterday the weather was such as to temp this old warbird outside for
an afternoon of gardening in the cucumber patch. After a while in the
hot sun, I felt a little like a boiled lobster. Then Pleasance
disappeared inside for awhile, to return with a pitcher of ice-cold
lemonade. Just what this old Colonel needed. Later that night we made
love. So now you know what tuckered out this old warbird. Any questions?