Okay this is my 3rd attempt to post. Last time I had written a very eloquent essay on the Florida history and geneology of the days events, when Santi hit the power strip power button. I do not have the heart to do it again! But just know it was great day and Santi loves riding shotgun with no car seat. I know that is not good but we only rode around the 8,000 acre ranch. No real roads or speeds over 15 miles an hour. And also, the hogs were not killed. The good ol' boys catch them with their bare hands, put them in the cage on the back of their truck and then drive back to their property in Ft. Pierce. Yikes!
