After falling Bill started acting strangely: Hey Dan, what comes after five?

Internationally known food critic and day hiker shown here reverently kissing each forkful of cajun fried catfish.  Lip chap cleverly stored in hiking vest.

Bills leather shoes die a second death in Georgia. My shoes never recovered from carrying me across the lava fields in New Mexico four years ago, sobs Bill.  Fails to find taxidermist.  Donates shoes to the Hampton Inn.  Goodbye good friends.

Really Dan, there’s nothing stuck in your teeth.  You did a good job flossing your teeth for the last 45 minutes.

Bill’s little problem. Why we had to change to another Hampton Inn.

Bill for President! ...or maybe not.

Bridge Troll?

You talking to me? Go ahead, make my day!

Dan’s interpretation of chicken entrails startles waitress...

Warning! Don’t say good things about General Sherman or Grant in Georgia.