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Warm weather, federales-a-comin, a smile from across the bar, a seaplane waiting just a few steps away, you take a last drink...

Monday, March 29, 2004

Twenty years from now you won't remember their name, and you won't need to. Everytime you pull out that faded ol' Mango Cap from your closet, you'll remember what happened after...
And you know it all too well cuz it happens between those coffee breaks at work. Something triggers it and you close your eyes and head back to that time when you had nowhere to go and she was--well, who she said she was. And now the time's gone by, and while you can't put your finger on it, all you can do is roll the windows down and turn the radio up and laugh out loud...

Our good frieds Don and Jake remind us time and time again, it's not what we do, it's what we are...

Either way, we'd love to buy you a beer, sit down and chat with some music in the background, but there'll be time for that. Till we meet though, here's what keeps us going when we can't be on the water, the ranch or up in the airways-- it's a way of life......d&c