
Jed? You were leading the way there, but Bardsley...fucking BARDSLEY with the DeWalt tie in (a Maryland company!!!) takes the beer. So, Greg, you get a micro at B'Con. Frank, Paul, and Jed? When we cross paths, you guys too...although it may be just a Mickey's Bigmouth for Frank and Jed. Paul gets a cranberry and soda. Rest in peace, Andy. You bastard. And thanks for reading. Other news...while I'll was having a weird, wild time on the bay with high winds (30 knots), a lost tender (dingy), and critical shortage of rum...Chris over @ A TWIST OF NOIR posted yet another one of my Charlie Byrne stories...set in the future after Charlie's long fall from grace. Thanks, Christopher. Bardsley, you rule.