: Dave,

: They are friends of Bob K. He meet them through
: his work at the soup kitchen and the Habitat
: for Humanity while at Biketoberfest.

: Tom Gator 851.

That you choose to fritter away your time at establishments with names like "Froggy's" and "Dirty Harry's" is FINE with me. Who am I to judge?

Right after we finished story time at the Daytona Beach Public Library (reading stories to some orphans), we happened to stumble upon some obviously homeless waifs, as they were barely dressed, in ill-fitting, dangerously-tight rags really, and I and my pals immediately jumped into action to comfort them before some heartless biker took unfair advantage of their precarious situation. They really appreciated the few dollars we scraped together to try to help them replenish their meager funds. We could tell right away how appreciative they were. And all in all, not a bad way, actually a very rewarding way, to spend a Saturday.

As I said before, not that we would presume to judge the way you chose to spend your Saturday. Live and let live, I say.

I may have a snapshot of one of the unfortunate waifs around here somewhere. I'll send it to Huey if I can find it.

Bob