Bleary eyed after a middle of night Teams to accomodate some people in another time zone. But made it to breakfast with the guys. Now, BBQ chicken on the grill listening to ’60s selections. Heat has left for a bit with a nice cool air downdraft from a nearby popup storm. Beer, music and BBQ. Life is good.
Train coming through, K5LAs sounding morse code “V” echoes across the farmland. Hey Mr. Tambourine man by the Byrds plays.
Ooh, here’s Cracklin’ Rosie! Singalong!!!