In short, I want hot water. I got to do more work today in hopes we pass. Some worked hard. Thanks to Bill Jacobs yet again, who put in more work in buttoning up than anyone else save me (you don't want to know), Ian Roberts, Mike Miller, Libby and Lindsay, and Kat and Katy, who without much time in Clan, worked more than the vast majority. And Brian Gardner, without whom we would not have a chance of signing off, due to a full half shift of real labor after getting off work.
Where we hide.
My greeting at home 6/19/03.
You mean you really can't see us from the drums?
"You wana go over there? I don't see anything there."
This is how we look accorss the street. Any ideas how we can show stuf happening without baking our brains?
We opened, avoided drowning, and opened again. This was a remarkable weekend, and you will hear the stories. Here are a few of the pictures.
It Never rains in Southern California...
Sunday we were open with customers having FUN and looking instead of seeking escape from the flood.
Any ideas? Shaded from the burning sun and from the rain (sorta) we seem hidden in the dark. If it is bright enough to see all we have out from the street, most of our people ARE hiding from the scorching sun in the shade. We need ideas to try since the road no longer goes through camp.
View from the main drag.
And from the other street.
View from accross the street, with processing to lighten the image enough to identify stuff in camp. Album.exe with these pix(5+Mb).