It is with a heavy heart and deep sorrow that I pen this notice. Yesterday, my wife broke the wind to me that we would not be attending the fiery food fest in NM. No bright lights, no parties...notta! zip! zilch! not us. It will only be darkness in the sea of dispair for the Cap'n. The only party for me will be the pity party in the depths of my soul.
No fair wind in my sails, just a sea of turmoil and grief.
I feel as though I need to sing a little dity from the old t.v show, Hee Haw.

Sing along with the Cap'n...
Gloom dispair and agony on meee, whooa
Deep dark depression excessive misery, whooa
If it weren't for bad luck, I have no luck at aaall,
gloom dispair and agony on meee..
At the end of each day, as you belly up to the bar to have a GROG or two or ten...think of the old Cap'n never to be the same again
