Ada and I took a little sidetrip after Fuchsia and Kim’s wedding to the lighthouse on Maury Island (it’s contiguous to Vashon and near Pirate Camp, where kids don’t shower all week and they gamble for candy and they play with fire and they make weapons and they basically do everything kids shouldn’t do and it’s fan-frigging-tastic).
What did I do Bob? I “neutralized” my Little Chernobyl protons by walking barefoot on the beach? Somepin like that. And we found a right nice hideaway called “Cousin Camp,” which seemed oddly apropos for the day.