Reach Out And Touch THIS!

Mrs. Robbo and I went off to a B&B in western Murrland for a couple nights before retrieving the Llama-ettes from camp on Friday.

The place where we stayed was across the street from a small year-round resort. One of the activities offered at said resort during the summah was a long, multi-part, zip-line "trail". Seized by I don't know what spirit, Mrs. Robbo decided to take a whirl on it. I, on the other hand, politely declined.

It is the curse of the age that information should pass hither and yon in real time, and it was seemingly only an instant before word started spreading around of Robbo's supposed cowardice in passing up the zip-line offer. Indeed, I have heard references to the matter -veiled and otherwise - from a remarkable number of people since then.

Look, for the O-fficial record, here's how I saw it: My dislike of heights is, of course, well known and I won't deny that it was a factor. However, summing things up rationally, on the one hand was an opportunity to loll on a lake-front porch with a glass of wine and a good book. On the other was an invitation to hurl myself about a set of poles and wires like a goddam orangutan.

This is even a question?