“Fish On!”

Woke in Poulsbo at Coast friend Jeff’s house and was asked if I wanted to join him on a short bike ride to meet his daughter and grandkids for breakfast.  “Sure,” I said.  After we passed the sign for Port Townsend, I said to myself, “Where the *&#$ are we going, Port Angeles?”  But, we turned toward Port Townsend, and finally got to order breakfast.  I had to tell myself, “Relax, you’re retired now.”  After enjoyable morning chow I back-tracked to the cigar Herf in Federal Way.

I did the Matt Walker usual, reporting to the party two hours early.  The Herf at the gorgeous home of the beautiful Lori and Tim whose waterfront home was a the sight of a spectacular cigar party.  After George shared his heroic fishing trip to Alaska, where the salmon didn’t exactly jump on the hook, he got educated by Ollie the Osprey who flaunted his fishing prowess by flying by with fish after fish.  I spent the night with Dan in the shore-side bungalow with promised pancake breakfast.