<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>Peter Warcaof</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>CGDA Benefactor</strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>The Frankmeister helps Jaclyn with her dogs.  I nod in approval.  I take hold of the celery salt and sprinkle that on mine.  Onions?<em>Hee-hee!</em>I don’t go for those.  Traveling with my travel mate.  Go with sports peppers and the radioactive green colored pickle relish.  Simple this time.<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i66.tinypic.com/246mand.png)</div><br/>Frankie notices, raising his eyebrow.<strong>“What can I say?  Inspiration is inspiration.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Have you had Orangina before Jaclyn?  I don’t know what it is, but I only like it with these dogs.  Nowhere else.  Two, no make it three for me, Franky.  We’re headed to the airport.  Final stop Africa.  No Orangina there.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“How about you Jaclyn?  You can even have bottled water if you like, but Orangina is an experience.”</strong><br/><br/>I look at my watch,<strong>“Won’t be able to chat Frankie. Our flight is beckoning.”</strong><br/>