Alright, here is Wimbel meeting my regular herf buddies. They seemed to get along fine!


Wimbel decided that some investigation of the tobacco patch was in order. He's checking out some Vuelta Abajo here:


And here he is hiding behind some Frog Eye Orinoco:


Wimbel said he had a nice conversation with the tobacco. He made his best effort to feel sympathy for them as they bitched about the horrendous wind, hail storms, and torrential rain they had endured. He tried, but it was tough, considering the path he himself had been on recently.

Here he is checking out the crap in the cigar room. Of course, he praised the reading on my cooler monitor. That reminds me, I should probably look through the damn thing, it's been a few months.