Eh....
I was invited to a drive with my three nephews and their grandparents in a minivan up along the Columbia (River) Gorge to go buy some apples.
I'm not sure what the point was — maybe to relieve my nephews' parents of their children for most of a day.
I brought along my Wittner Mini metronome, which the nephews enjoyed for a minute or two.
And the Alfred's publication of Bach's 2- and 3-part inventions, which they didn't enjoy at all.
But they dug the hell out of using the analog "stopwatch" feature of my watch.
Unfortunately, they didn't really seem to do the slide-rule bezel feature that good.
BUT no one can deny the Columbia River is a good one. It's a shame there's all that crappy highway along it, at least as far as a town called "Hood River."
And no, I didn't just think of the word "clitoris" when I said the name of that town, until just now.
Well, I suppose I'll have to go back there.
OHHH, but not only did I get to sing "Roll On Columbia" in my best John Carradine impersonation (very deep baritone!), but me and the other adults had some fun doing Wm Shatner impressions of such songs and others.