Travel by Postcards

Duncan,

Sorry we missed you.

Joe is mad at me so we have to go to Deutschland to see his friend about some beer.

We'll be back in a few days.

M

Methos's postcard is attach to the inside of the front door with some duct tape he found in the refurbished barge.

Duncan,

Sorry I missed you but you're staying for a while? Right?

Anyway damn idiot sat down and drank my friend's high class beer for the contest we're holding in a couple of weeks at the bar, it was being stored here until my friend could come here to compete. Sort of promotional thing and he drank it all in one freakish sitting. It was six cases of beer.

SIX CASES!!!

Now I have to beg Steven to see if he has anymore but he's in Germany entering another contest so I am dragging the no good son of bitch with me to get any extra as this was to be the wow factor in the contest. It takes the man a month to perfect this beer in small batches. I don't even know why the old man touched it, the stuff tastes more like good wine than anything else. When the last time we seen him drink wine. Steven says it some process he perfecting and he wants to sell the stuff for moderately expensive price and the damn fool drank it all.

ALL!!!

The only reason I knew about it because the bastard handed me a bottle to drink to cheer me up.

There are days, when I want to do one or the other to him...

I'm not killing him until Steven says no more, then it's good-bye to the bum.

Joe

Joe's postcard is attached to the fridge with a Le Blues Bar magnet of the same barge. Both waiting for Duncan to come home for a visit with friends.