In college I had a friend who just loved, loved, loved country music. The problem was that the country music he loved was terrible - Sammy Kershaw and Joe Diffie and just about any music that celebrated drinking yourself into a stupor in Hicksville. Which is just a roundabout way of saying that in 1994 I think I heard "John Deere Green" about twenty zillion times and if I ever hear it again I'll scream.

Today's Outer Banks t-shirt is a thoughtful gift from co-worker Scott, who picked it up on his way back from vacation. In June. Eeep.