CAROLINA FEVER Most of these pics in my section will be more about my "vacation" than about the "Roast" since I witnessed it from a perch on the couch with Tom and Ernie and we were EATING! (Mom always finds the food!) We watched the girls laugh and cry and ooooooooooooooh and aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! I can assure everyone that they were overwhelmed and overjoyed! Sea Fever by John Masefield I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking. Looking out across the water from the dock. I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; All I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the seagulls crying. The Fever I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trip's over. Unloading the Fever with Tom assisting. Punkie watching from the Observation deck. Lunch at the dock, after the sailing excursion. PAGE TWO HOME