Getting Slimy Rich Off Shark Skin; The Pinelands Are Spittin’ Cotton

That might have been the nicest Labor Day Weekend Sunday in the history of the world.

Hey, who’s to say? So maybe it was only the nicest one since Columbus sailed the ocean blue in fourteen hundred ninety two – unless, of course, the Norsemen were here earlier, thereby making it the nicest Sunday since thirteen hundred ninety-two, something. Of course, there’s the Native American dating, which could rate this the nicest Sunday since twelve thousand ninety two BC, something.