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Nancy Campbell does my taxes each year, and it's a good excuse to visit Santa Barbara. I drove there on Friday, February
27. I brought along a four-pound tenderloin of beef and we barbecued it for dinner.
Unfortunately, the usually-voracious teens that hang out at M&N's were on a vegetarian kick and Ian had to
force-feed the meat to people. Ian's girlfriend CZ, a vegetarian, fled to the fireplace.
Ian's guitar amplifier blew up on him, so he took it apart. He found the defective part by the scorch mark, and desoldered
the component and replaced it.
Saturday morning was clear and sunny, and Ms. Muffy Fuzzer caught some rays on the hot tub.
Nancy calculated my taxes and pared it down so that I have to send only $398 to Uncle Sam on April 15. After the tax agony
I bicycled for 7 miles around Santa Barbara, and saw this attractive nuisance. Mr. Brazil must feel he's immune to vandalism...
I'd be scared that some drunk with a sledge hammer would walk through the aisles some night.
Saturday evening I had dinner with a couple of my teammates from the championship 1984 Woodpeckers softball team, Croft Yjader and Francis See.
Sunday morning I took photos of Ian's charcoal drawings so my father would be able to look at them on-line 'and give Ian
advice about drawing.
Then we went over the hill to the gun range and had a wadcutter shootout.
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