We were under a lot of pressure while in town ... believe it or not, we were working. But to blow off steam, the best thing to do is whip out a 99 cent, red, foam rubber clown nose. Big thanks, in particular, go to our dear friend, fellow big-game angler, master boatman, and trusted insane sensei to the Paxton Brothers, Captain George Reis for his inspiration to not take things OR ourselves too seriously. We never would've graduated clown school if not for his guidance and support. Thanks, George for making our time in JC/NYC a mostly 'noses on' situation.