Monday, June 1, 2009

one bad hair day & the yachtsman goes military

The yachtsman called me on the way back from the golf course on Saturday, demanding a haircut as soon as he arrived home. Apparently the gnats like to burrow in his locks, and the humidity makes his 'do "poofy."

I guess we can longer call him the yachtsman.


  1. It is a sad day on the sea. Yachtsman, we really miss you.

  2. I met him on Church Street and didn't even recognize him. The Elvis look is gone!