The Native Iowan

In de islands, mon, you must learn to treat sweating as an art form. You do heaps of sweating so must be done tastefully, artistically…

I sit in a down-town Hotel, The heritage Park. This where the old GG’s residence was. It’s a sprawling complex with many uniformed staff. Due to my family a) having a full house, and b) not really liking me much, I get quite a nice serviced apartment. I guess they dont want me up at the house… which is indeed full.

The flight was good. My son, Don, and his dawg, Big Red, picked me up.Gracie was at the Otel having fish and chips, so we joined her and I had. a couple Solbrews…\

In deislands, mon… it is guuuud…

More later