Dust and cat hair wafting in the breeze on a boat? What a lazy, sloppy,
un-seamanlike, lubber!


Poor Neal. In an effort to illustrate one lie, he exposes himself yet again.
He's his own punching bag, his own punchline, the rock on which he runs aground
daily.
And it all happens aboard one of the worst boats ever molded from scrap plywood
and FG, fitted with purple cushions. Poor Fella.

RB