I forgot to tell a fun story.
I was marching out of Ennis many days ago. A little black car races by and stops up the road a bit and across the highway. A tall, slimyoung woman in jeans pops out of her car, comes across the pike and asks what I am up to.
She is taken by my project and says, "I have to send something with you on your trip."
It seems it took ten years but I got my Leatherman returned thanks to Allison.
If you read this Allison, you owe me an email - firstname.lastname@example.org