A story about Johnny G.

John Gleason had been drinking at a pub all night. The bartender finally says that the bar is closing. So John stands up to leave and falls flat on his face. He tries to stand one more time, same result. He figures he’ll crawl outside and get some fresh air and maybe...

Monday?

Do we have the sites for Monday? I’m thinking of making a run up on Monday and drop off wood and have a couple beers. who’s in?