That’s the field. You know the field I talk about all the time, that’s it. See the blinds there, those are the ones. Yeah. They put out feed and the deer feed right underneath them. I don’t see any deer today, do you? But the fog. Isn’t it something? Like that lake you pointed out, like a mirror, and with the fog rising, wow.

This is all yours you know. Take better care than I was able to.

Then, holy shit. I’d thought traffic was moving suspiciously fluidly this morning. What happened? That motherfucker in the white van slammed on his brakes. That’s the smell, burning rubber. Look at that smoke, wow. Good brakes on the Dobl