You May Be Right

Just a little note before I go to the island for the weekend. Gunther, Marlon, Raul and I went to lunch with our contractor the other day.

We drove down our long entrance to the Panamerican highway, basically pulled across the street and into the driveway of a neighboring home. We sat on the porch in rocking chairs talking business about road bids and until the first four plates of eight came out with food. The family apologized that it was taking so long, but they needed to kill another chicken to finish the rest of the order.

So the next time you joke about them killing whatever you ordered in back because it's taking so long? You may just be right!