I promised Pablo the Parrot a camping trip Friday, so a camping trip it is. I keep telling myself he doesn't know today's Friday, but a promise is a promise, so today we go a couple dozen miles up the highway to pick litter off and on for several days and immerse myself in poetry and digital photography lessons. The poetry class has fired up my muse so much she had me up until 5 AM, which is why I was hoping today wasn't Friday. See you in a few days, unless I sneak home to use the PC.
In the meantime, enjoy the story of Bogie and Bacall below this note.