Someone noticed my “Fox” blog got lowered. Yes it did. I just couldn’t bring myself to hit you on Monday with my Sunday malaise. Tragedies and Sundays are soon forgotten anyway. Someone said it only takes 3 generations to forget you exist. Heck, some days all it takes is an hour & a shot glass. It’s too bad to because I really did want to live forever.

My new number 255 actually didn’t make it here until Saturday. So I’ve not been out to try it yet as my weekend was trying all on it’s own. Now as you can see we have a nice collection of paddles from Don and on most days they adorn the chair right as you see them. I really owe him a beer. And one of those good ones too, no “Old Milwaukee” for Don! I really love my paddles. Tomorrow I’ve promised to take them rolling.

One day until the new Cackletv.com is available for public scrutiny. . . today any changes you may see are purely proof of your delusional nature. Something I’ve been trying to point out for years. .

I finished Jon Turk’s book, In the Wake of the Jomon, over the weekend. Ending a book feels a bit like ending an expedition. You’re just not so tired and you don’t smell as bad. Now I’m off and reading Obscured by Waves. I’ve already found that Paul Caffyn must be quite the paddling partner. Seems like a fun guy. So far I’m immersed in classic Valley Nordkapps and a few lost (or almost lost) paddles . . . Upon reading his copy Wenley was probobly itching to write again about the benefits paddle leashes.

Oh and in case you missed it. . All glory today must go to Michael B. May 1st, shall from now forward be known as Canadian Ckayaker Day. Please forward all emails attesting to his glory the editor at SeaKayaker (or Rapid) Magazine in hopes that they will do a special feature in the near future. Hopefully the accompanying photo will include wardrobe, thus removing the need to avert the eyes. After all, one can handle only so much glory.

- d