We went fishing on Saturday and watched the painting. Chel took two civilians, a beer-cocktail, a daddy’s car, and went on a sunny evening to the dust on the river. It would be great, but the car sat in a large dirt pit, clearly in the middle. The carpets jumped out, the guy left the branches, but it didn’t help. We found them at the moment when the guy was looking at two ladies, apparently intending to make them the most unforgettable offer in life - to climb into the pit and push.