Commodore Todd finally landing a whopper after three days
on the briny main. 200 hundred pound marlin. That's a fact!
(Not the Commodore, you bumbling twitt. The fish. It's my
strory...and I'm sticking with it). Surfer.
Del Mar Yacht Club
Commode Door Todd with an FDNY.
Some of us chaps know what an FDNY is. All fire-fighters
know. I guess that the rest of us will just have to stumble on
in our mediocrity. Don't 'specially recall...but I think he served
in a Ladder Company in Lower Manhattan. My hat is off to
you, Sir.
