Well, Jesse, I've been looking for McAfee, watching for saggy pants, and mostly enjoyed the perfect weather. I'm not an old fart with an aging spouse, and neither are you, lol. I always care, Jesse, always have and probably always will.

One day whilst on the lookout for McAfee and saggy pants, I saw two racoons just off the shore, in some turtle grass, chewing up food in a styrofoam container. As mildly entertaining as that was, my mind momentarily drifted, wondering if there could be some sort of reward system to get people to properly dispose of the garbage. But back to the racoons. Keeping an eye out for McAfee and saggy pants, I noticed a man walking two very large dogs, and while he appeared to have a leash in his hand, the dogs weren't leashed. Suddenly, both dogs dashed noisily into the water and began to try and rip up the racoons. One got away, swam to the dock, ran down said dock, and up a side street back into "downtown" San Pedro. Meanwhile, the other racoon was putting up a valiant fight, as these two huge dogs tried to chew it to pieces, *completely* ignoring their owner, who was yelling out "Brutus!!" or "Ceasar!!" or some name(s) like that. My heart in my throat, the owner finally started to take his shoes off to wade in after his soon to be mad dogs lest he lose his voice screaming at them. Just at that very moment, the racoon made a break for it, by leaping onto one of the dogs' back and then swimming for the dock. Instead of following his partner that had deserted him in his time of need, he ran up a light pole and crouched atop it, shaking and screeching. The owner got control of his dogs and off they went. The racoon then ran up the dock, climbed the wall of the water taxi ticket office, into the thatched roof. It was there for a very long time, and since had to go back to watching for McAfee and saggy pants, I missed its departure. A few days later, enjoying my dinner with a friend at El Patio, the two racoons, sauntered in over the little bridge, as if they had reservations. Took a tour of the place, but neglected to pick out a table . . . as we all, staff and diners alike looked on in amusement. I was most pleased to see that apparently, the two had suffered no lasting ill-effect from their previous adventure.

I never did see any saggy pants, other than those worn by the guy sitting behind me on the way from Houston to Bze. He was the epitomy of what has been described. Shudder.

I may or may not have seen McAfee.

A fish and a bird can fall in love, but where will they build their nest?