Either I don't know anyone Holy enough to have been chosen for that cosmic ride on the big bus to heaven, or Harold Camping is full of shit. No tidal waves or earthquakes yet, to the best of my knowledge and the satellite TV is still working. Regardless, I am preparing for my two day trip to the Taylor to chase giant trout, kick back play pool, swim in a heated pool, and hot tub in a nice resort, eat mass quantities of great food and get drunk as 10,000 Indians. In other words, do all the things I do best. Hey, maybe I did get raptured after all. So, in anticipation for the great event, I have tied up a dozen of Herman DeGala's famous mysis shrimp patterns. Yum!