What's it worth to you? I mean Amphipoda and I are even now donning our
data processing thongs to to begin our annual pre-Labor Day cycle of Ancient
Icelandic epic amphibian poetic convocations. It could run THOUSANDS and
THOUSANDS of stanzas this year on the Celina Swim-In's condiment offerings
alone. So I while I can't imagine why would anyone want to miss THAT, I ask
again, before I start in on the tartar sauce: What's it worth to you?