As
evidenced by this picture of an obviously skilled un-named skipper
during a Beercan race here, I'll admit it, we've got it really
easy in San Diego. Perfect weather, beautiful women, great sailing
and, (thanks to an underground tunnel that runs from Mexico, goes
under the border and exits somewhere near my cousin Chuey's house
in Chula Vista), a seemingly never-ending supply of illegal substances.
This
picture just cracked me up, and despite my ramblings above, it
clearly needed no caption.
08/09/2002
