Its an oppressively hot and sticky day here in San Francisco. Couple that with oh-so-much turmoil around ARAWA headquarters these days and Mr. Donson happily switches into escapist mode. Click. Today I'll be taking an oh-so-kitcshy trip to the Bahamas (circa 1983) with my friend Gaell. Sure I've got to be back by five for work but I'll take what I can get.