The Diner is open. Went all the way to Mexico last week just to watch a man die.

We're getting ready for a road trip and you know it's not best to travel on an empty stomach. So sidle to the long counter and get something in you before we take off. James will return in two weeks. See you then.

In which the SS Tighty Whitey becomes a wreck and strands Gilligan and company on an island with a lot of vines and bamboo. Meanwhile in the news.... one of these days, Alice... to the moon! (Or at least to The Diner.)