Stranded at the Tiki
I have vowed to be more responsive to my reading public. What good is it to write something that no one will ever read? I have found out here recently that I have a much broader readership than was originally suspected. I have several visitors that don’t bother to sign the guest registry. Leave a comment. Let me know you stopped by. Tell me what you would like to see in future entries.
I am open to suggestions.
I want to tell you a story that you would like to hear. Like the time I ate ten hamburgers for money, or the one and only time I rented myself out? If that doesn’t whet your whistle, then how about the Frenchman with asthma? The story of how I acquired the exact same scar as 007? The time I rode the raging rapids and wore nothing but a fedora? The time I was once thrown out of the bowling alley, the Moose Lodge, or the time I was barred from playing any games in Sunday school?
Let me know. I’m an open book. Just tell me what page we’re on.