So long, Mark. We had fun working in Louisiana, didn't we? Worked hard, played hard. I remember laughing at you the day after you missed the last ferry back across the river and spent most of the night on Bourbon Street. And you probably laughed at me because I didn't know how much alcohol is in a hurricane and it was hot and I had had no lunch when we stopped for one at Pat O'Brien's that first time we went over to the French Quarter.
There's a reason motorcycles are called "donormobiles".