Der Bingle sent this for Sydney, saying it was something about extreme sheep herding. Since he and I were outside doing yard work, we waited to come in and look at it. And when we did, we saw that he had sent the embedded code as opposed to the address, so we are flying by the seat of our pants on this one, flying blind . . . Heck, we’re probably taxi-ing. Whoa, if we get this one landed okay, I guess we’ll have to head into the Foo Bar to calm our nerves so we can make our foldover in the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse.

Am I sounding like Lucy Ricardo? Don’t answer that.

Well, here goes:

WOW!! It is so great. The Foo Bar is cheering and folks from the PBC&R are coming in and Foo is saying, “There’s goes the neighborhood.”

One of our friends here at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse has decided we need a special place for insider parties and cabal meetings. She is getting all sorts of advice about the decor of this place, including palm leaf shaped fans that go back and forth on the ceiling like those at The Elephant Bar.

So far they are keeping me pretty much in the dark, but I hear hammering and I just saw some nicely polished teak along with a bevy of carpenters go past the window. Hmmm. I wonder just what this little innovator is doing. Here’s a picture of her – her name is Foo

And she tells me that the name of the additon will be the Foo Bar. Belly up for some sasparilla . . .

WE ARE ADDING THIS: It looks like Foo’s budget is going to have find a new cooling option – but one that still has ambiance. Probably this:

And Foo also tells me that she thinks the bar will be very popular because she says when Der Bingle was flying in B-52’s  “in the day”, that a lot of the guys would refer to things being FUBAR. So, she thinks there is already some name recognition out there. Got to go  . . . she has me looking for the brass fan we should have somewhere – she says that will give the place some class.

ONE MORE THING: The elephant came from Bangkok and Der Bingle says it was quite a sight when he and friends wrestled it into the back of a taxi. It is really, really heavy. ‘Course that was back in his flyboy days. If they tried it today . . . Oh, I don’t want to think about it.