Aples and Ba-nay-nays

Corn on the cob grilled is the best.  Tonight on our nightly family beach bike-ride, mom fell off her bike.  "I am too old to be falling off bikes!" she said.  Now I know where I get it.  Big brother stole my bike, Ol' Santa Fe, but karma got him back...the chain fell off approximately every 30 feet or when he got over-zealous with the pedaling.  Served him right.  Banana and I are starting our own Horseshoe crab rescue group, we pretended they were actually blast-ended skrewts and chased each other with them before we put them back in the ocean from where they were beached.  Tonight ended with a piece of homemade key lime pie and the first quarter and a half of game 4 of the NBA finals...couldn't be happier.