Greetings lads,

I awoke from a weird dream this morning, that I must share with you. Just to the south of me is a hiking, biking trail along a little canal. No motorized vehicles are allowed. This car was driving rather haphazard down it, a multicolored beater. Well when it stopped, out stepped this character dressed in a kilt with green tights along with what I found out later was his embarassed son.

Well this bearded kilted tight wearing character spoke to me like he knew me, said his name was Graham, and was from out of town. what I want to know is Graham why are you driving where you are not supposed to be?

Glen