Rode hard into a typhoon for several days. Couldn&';t see five feet in front of our faces, but we drove the herd till we found some new country to pasture &';em in. They grill their fish over charcoal and serve it with pickled plums in these parts. Didn&';t think we&';d like it, but boy howdy do we. Give our best to ma and pa and cousin Tim. All&';s well out west! Err.. East?