Coffee Chronicles …Check Your Front Porch For Our Late Edition

Whaddup Chroniclers?!

Hey there. Apologies for us having to put out a Late Edition of the Chronicles today. As it turns out, we’re hanging out with some crazy people. First off, being up in the PNW the sun refuses to set until sometime around 9:30, which throws off the circadian rhythm of the HB and Your Hero. Couple that with Da Coach’s wife feeling frisky; she wanted to play board games into the wee hours and refused to let anyone return to their rigs, even though the mosquitos were having a buffet. 

The First Lady obliged Mrs. Coach and, being the hostess with the mostest, kept making margarita pitchers smilingly.

Top that off with the Mayor making a last-minute move, pushing departure time for the Portland excursion and bike ride thirty minutes earlier than planned.

Personally, I believe the was an evil plot by the Mayor to keep herself and and her BFF, Teach outta the papers this morning.

By the time the HB and Your Hero got back to the motorhome, showered and in the rack, ready for mi-mi’s, it was late. 

But have no fear. This reporter will NOT be dissuaded. FREEDOM OF THE PRESS. Rest assured, I will fight for my First Amendment rights and have an afternoon edition of the Chronicles available for your perusal.

I’ll give you some teasers:

I'm pretty sure, this is where you top off the wiper fluid

Teach was almost mauled by a tiger and stomped by an African Elephant. The Mayor was caught using paparazzi tactics when the Doc was checking the windshield wiper fluid level on Snowball.

See ya this afternoon folks, in the meantime and between time, you know what to do: 

DRINK ‘EM IF YOU GOT ‘EM!!!

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