Company Retreat

I have never enjoyed the NGA picnics in DC, sorry little affairs with dry burgers and nothing to entertain. So I was dubious about Friday's company picnic. My mistake. The airmen fund-raised for the event, collecting enough money to roast a whole pig (which they began, bless then, at 2 a.m.), and put up three huge moon-bounces (one of them was three stories tall with an obstacle course and a wicked fast slide that had most people sailing off into the bushes and another X-treme sports contraption that had the kids beating the snot out of some older girls who very kindly feigned injury. My hat's off to the lot of them.

Paul got special recognition as the new fish and I'm glad we could be there to hear the raucous applause. On the way home we were treated to a quintessentially British road closure that had me driving 18 miles down country lanes and through tiny villages to bypass the main artery home, which was closed.