Mainland Meats.

Today I went into town with my Dad, just him and me, and we were a couple of pretty cool guys. The ferry was empty and I got to walk around in the hull (?) of the ship, with the cold wind whipping through my hair, and the freezing, killer whale friendly ocean only a couple of feet away.
Later, in town, I had my first helping of Dick's french fries (very big deal) and even a bite of my Dad's cheeseburger, which he normally won't share with anyone, not even Mom, because that's how good a cheeseburger it is. More and more I'm beginning to see there is a world beyond crackers and mush.