Visits

Bagman and I had a nice visit and lunch in Charleston last week. He's okay...no, I mean really! He's driving around in this sweet little red Honda sports car, a convertible no less; and I'm jealous. I thought we would surely draw some babes to our lair, wherever that may be. No such luck, but that's only because none of them actually saw the car. I shall return for another ride across the bridge into James Island, the wind slicing through my, uh, scalp. Thanks Mark. We must do this again... and bring the others along. They would not fit into the car, of course. They'll have to just follow us to some nice seedy dive. I have dibs on the shotgun seat.