Penns Creek

ok...just a smidgen over a month from now, we'll be startin yet another
attempt at the great mystery. pj has already declared he ain't comin
along, as he's not interested in discovering how many of manunkind will
be flailing away amidst green drakes or rainstorms or waters without
proper boulders he can argue with. me and joe are gonna see if hemlock
acres, with its coin-operated showers, is a decent alternative to the
carolina cabin. it'll probably end up costing us about the same.

the swede, who i'd counted on for flycasting, singing, and poker
instruction, won't be in attendance. i was so looking forward to
learning a few swedish shantys...my singing has more potential than
either of the other two. next year, roger. perhaps you can come to
carolina?

in any event, has the entertainment been scheduled? we'll be arriving
just as the pa. flyfishing assoc. (or one of those tightass, proper
groups) is leaving, so i'm worried that all the nightlife in and about
coburn will be exhausted. what have you boyz got planned? when are we
getting into reid's fly jar? who's cookin what, when? martini night?
wines? whines? asadi's amish amblings? i hear somebody bought a big,
new house over by the tunnel that requires christening. blue rock hole?
jeffie's run?

jeff (yeah, i'm between drinks and waitin for rachel to cook
somedamthingthataintgotolives)