Yup, it's all getting a bit old now. It was very difficult to wrench myself out of that folding chair, overlooking the Road Atlanta sweepers, flanked by Fax and Dave H (and R2D2, stuffed to the gunnels with ice cold Guinness) to hammer back south on I-75 into the teeth of yet another f**k*ng hurricane. Oh well, the previous night on the cack was some compensation - always the business to do pleasure with you guys.
The storm is now passed, the sun is out again and eveything is reverting to normal. We got another kicking from it - more damage to the roof, trees and fenceline, but no injuries or major destruction in my neighborhood.
Brad, the remainder of your holiday should be trouble-free, from a weather perspective. Many thanks for your very kind offer of assistance - that was a wonderful gesture. So much so that I'd like to buy you a pint or two, while you're over here - if you have the time or inclination. My cell # is 321. 231. 8188. If you'd like to get together give me a call - I don't want to impose on yours and your family's vacation, by intrusive calls to you. I completely understand, if you're busy doing other things.
Thanks again for the offer - you're clearly good people.
Regards
Matt