Clang clang clang goes the trolley, ding ding ding goes bell...

The Isles hopped a street car for their meet-up in St. Louis while I've sauntered down to the First State for a wedding at Rehoboth Beach. In a rare moment of foresight I've banged out my inane intro in advance; given my past performances at that lovely seaside burg, it will be a rarer moment if I'm in any condition to hit publish on Saturday morning.