Big lunch at an upscale assisted living center, lots of family members there, about 250 people in the audience, and they didn't want me to stop playing. I should have listened to them. When I finished, I changed clothes, went to my boat, mixed up a batch of epoxy paint, and about halfway through the job, the ladder went out from under me and I fell 5-feet to the gravel parking lot on my back. Old farts like me should hire young people to do this stuff, but I have trouble finding a youngster that wants to work. The pain is pretty intense right now, but at least I thing I didn't break anything--at least nothing important.
Just another fun day in Paradise,