...and you'll take the low
and i'll be in scotland afore ye
that's right kiddies, the bastard is flying home from sunny arizona where i have been staying at the fortress of solitude of mr. and mrs. the fist of kung fu. you see the bastard's brother in law is a real live sensei. not too many people can actually say that, so shut the hell up, you ain't a sensei, jerkface!!! actually i do tease the fist and he is quite tolerant of my humorous barbs, which leads me to two conclusions: he actually finds the bastard amusing or he's got the patience of the triads and he'll take me out later on in life when i have the most to lose. come on, didn't anyone see the yakuza with james caan? either way, fair is fair.
anyway, i would like to thank the fist of kung and his lovely wife for putting us up at their lovely house (and it is lovely, you gotta see this thing, wait, i'll show you, crazy digital cameras).
nice new construction
nice back yard
with a view of the desert. what's not to love
tomorrow morning, the boy and i are heading out on the first auto gyro out of phoenix (no you didn't doze, i'm in tucson, nothing is easy, is it?) and we will be settling in to the lovely stylings of frikkin jet lag. good thing i don't go back to the salt mines until tuesday. till then....