Wake of the Flood

Here Comes Sunshine? Down here in the bowl, within the bowl we have wrestled the aligators.

Now that more and more houses are coming up repaired and once again fully operational, we have been going to dinner parties. Just walk past a few abondoned caves and arrive at a spruced up born again, ready to party it up.

Tonight we are going to a fish fry, right down the street, in New Orleans. It's not going to be on a Saturday night but awful darn close. Now that's what I call Sunshine.