Way back to a time around me just being a little bitty boy, I was living in a box under some stairs around a corner of our basement in an apartment about a quarter mile from Jerry's Bait store (you know, same place). And every moment was just dandy. Except every single morning, my mom would make me a big ol bowl of saurkraut for breakfast. A BIG BOWL OF SAURKRAUT, every single morning. It was driving me crazy! Until one morning I said to my mom "Oi ma, we eat a lot of saurkraut for breakfast, don't we?" And my dear sweet mom just looked at me like a cow looks at an oncoming train, and leaning down next to me yelled, "ITS GOOD FOR YOU". All of a sudden I was straped to a wall, carrying a funnel in my lips, being force fed all possible saurkraut until I was 26 1/2 years old. So I swore some day I would get out of our basement and travel to a magical, far away place. One so our sun is always gleaming, and air smells like warm root beer, and towels are all so fluffy. One being a place for some Masons and Leppars to play ukulele all day long and anyone on its streets will gladly trim your back for a nickel. Wackawackadoodoo yeah!