So today, I write my final letter to the club, explaining why they're idiots and I really need to get on with my life. Now that's really simple, isn't it. but how do you say this without using nasty, descriptive language? all of my friends say I owe the club nothing. perhaps they're right. I should just be done with it. almost C.O.L. time. nope, he walked away.
Next up: mend sick lawn mower and install 40 meter dipole for ham radio. ah, the thrill and enticement of working Morse Code on the Ham bands!! you should try it.
ok, I'm off.