The castle was cast into mourning for the dead leader, as his body was prepared for funerary services. William’s body was laid upon the cross bracin... of his birlinn and then rowed towards his final resting place on the Isle of Iona, where generations of his ancestors lay. McCrimmon pipers played dirge after dirge throughout the voyage, as they sailed the eighty-five miles to St. Columba’s Abbey on Iona, where past Chiefs now lay. They landed on the east side of the island and William’s body. I worked until the big boss, Dale Dodson came in at eight am and he looked at the neat orderly row of good servers, up and running off of cannibalized parts. He then saw the hard drives of the broken servers sitting on a table and my cobbled together computer controlling all of this. I was working on the last viable hard drive when he walked in and looked around."Bob, how it the hell have you been able to get this much running? Did you spend all night here?" Yeah I did Dale. I was able to save. At the reception every guy young and old wanted to dance and flirt with Sally. More than one old codger after a few too many just came right out and asked me how I pulled this off. After the reception wound down the party moved to my parents house. Now Sally was sleeping up in my room right next door to my parents room. I was regulated to the basement, a ploy to keep she and I from fooling around, I am sure. She and I were down in the basement playing touchy feely and kissy face while the after. "God! How am I going to keep the rain out?" she asked herself, out loud.She felt frustrated and ineffectual. Looking around, she grabbed a towel and laid it over the Praetor, knowing somehow that it couldn't be allowed to get wet. It was an electronic device, after all."Okay, what now?" she asked herself again. It was starting to pour. Huge drops of icy cold rain were striking with incredible force, almost like hail. Tabatha held her hand out, her shoulders hunched against the onslaught of.