I decided to flip around the pages from 200-300 and see where I landed, and that was 214.
After Porky Joe gave Dad his aluminium boat, two fishing poles and a tacklebox – apparently a few beers and Godknowswhatelse – we’re spinning in circles in the middle of the lake while Dad sings the theme from Gilligan’s island doing some weird striptease jig. No.
Welcome to father-son bonding, day two.
I’ve tried peeking over at Web’s house numerous times – to wave and let him know I’m here, or watch him flip me the bird, or I don’t know what – but we’re spinning so fast it’s a true miracle we haven’t tipped over.