"I admit it: I'm trying to relive my childhood and correct its few deficiencies-I never had a tree-house," Mr. Feldberg said. "Now 50 years later it's a different gang, but my aging, supposedly responsible 58-year-old friends and I are going to lord over the peninsula from our high perch-sipping cool Chardonnay and munching green apples and smoked Gouda."
Hahahahhahahhaha that guy is a fucking BOSS