The WT has lived near me for almost his whole life, but I never really met the WT until our trip to Lake Powell. There I learned a great deal about the beast; his eating and sleeping habits; and his interests and thoughts. For example:
The WT is a fabulous baker and brightens our Sunday evening gatherings with a plethora of sugary delights.
The WT professes a great dislike for suntans, yet has carefully preserverved his wristwatch tanline from Powell all summer long.
The WT has learned that The Karlin just might know everything that needs to be known. But he is having trouble accepting that fact.
And lastly, the WT is an all around good friend to The Karlin and his family. This entry is for you, you blue-eyed brute. Have a great day, Jeremy!
