Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

No, Ol’ Robbo isn’t going topless himself.  (You wouldn’t want that.  Trust me on this.)

Instead, I’m referring to La Wrangler.  This next few weeks – when it isn’t raining, of course – is why God invented the convertible.  And if I do still have to slog back and forth to work, at least I have the pleasure of doing so in a wide-open cockpit.

So I’ve got that going for me…..

UPDATE:  By the bye, on’t-day ell-tay oungest-Yay bout-ay is-ay ost-pay.  She’s been after me to buy her a Wrangler for her first car, but I absolutely refuse to let a first-time driver loose in a few pieces of flimsy metal around a roll-cage.