Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Mrs. Robbo sent this to me last evening, and I thought I would share. She and the younger Gels are visiting Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons this week. (The haziness is due to the fires in California and Nevada.)

Meanwhile, Eldest and a friend did a day trip to Ocean City, Murrland yesterday, there to frolic on sand and in sea.

And here Ol’ Robbo sits, chained to his desk by work deadlines.

Grumble, grumble.

Matter of fact, I’ve been to Yellowstone, but it doesn’t really count. The ‘rents took me camping there but I must of been all of 18 months old. It did leave a mark, however, as the Mothe always ascribed my liking for fried eggs to my getting them for brekkers over the campfire while we were there.

UPDATE: Oh, I should also mention here that I’ve never actually been to OC or any other beach in Murrland (or Delaware or Jersey, for that matter). It’s like they don’t exist in my conscience.