On your mark...

Some of you will remember the latest addition to my zoo, my shark Horatio.  Well, it's almost time for me to get a move on back to KOreeeea, and I explained my travel plans to Horatio.  He had other ideas.  Rather than spend twelve hours on an airplane, watching the waves from above, he told me that he'd rather swim back.  I figured, "Shoot, why not?"  Besides, he and Locke would probably bore me to tears with one of their intellectual conversations.  Ugh...I cannot fathom a twelve hour discussion about our country's economic woes.  Right now, they're both reading the Road to Serfdom.  Blah blah blah blah blah.....yak yak yak....blah blah blah......

Horatio says that he can beat me back, even with a brief stop in Hawaii to visit some of his relatives.  Sure, whatever, Horatio.  If he does beat me back, Dad's in for a suprise at the door -- a shark. 

Well, I'm outta here...got places to go, people to see, and things to do. 

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