thank you John, this is my fault.
Conan! You just can't help yourself...but now that the cat is outta da bag, I will explain.
The Lovely Caren (she really is!) and I were just about to get into our friends Ricky and Bonnie's Highlander (they got the 4 hour tour of San Diego Bay with MACS too) when the mailman showed up carrying a large box. I ran it back inside and then I noticed the return address.
Despite promising not to open it, I did what all of you would do and tore it apart...at that point all I really saw was a chit ton of macadamia snacks. I grabbed some packs and ran out of the house so we wouldn't be late. Those were eaten on the way to Foxwoods.
Not wanting to offend the uber generous Conan (who has now hit me a dozen consecutive times without return fire), I texted another who also beats me to death, jespear, and asked him to respond in my name. Being a good friend, John obliged with this OP.
Fast forward to this evening...finally get to sort through the contents. More great foods/snacks, a metric ton of what I know will be fantastic cds, a bottle of Kohana Hawaiian Agricole Rum (I know what that means) that will get opened in a little while, his signature back scratcher, and a funny, poignant, personal note explaining how this was a 41st anniversary gift bomb for Caren and me, and why it technically was not a cbid bomb and therefore not subject to this thread...and which I already had jespear violate.
Conan, my friend, it's not like I am outing you. You have a long history of destroying mailboxes and front porches, so don't be upset.
But please accept my heartfelt thanks in appreciation (yet again) of your thoughtful nature. So many of you crazies out there checking in on me in many different ways...amazing place we have here.
Thank you again, Conan. I am so glad we met.
Frank
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