I'll always remember that trip to Tahiti.
I had just solved my first big case and
treated myself to a little vacation. It
was just me, seven native girls and a
Siamese parrot named Otto... We kind of
invaded a little joint called "The Sandy
Cove", where I won this award for
something... I wish could remember what
it was, but I do remember that Otto got
arrested that night, and I still get
postcards from those native girls, which
I don't mind. It's those repair bills
from The Sandy Cove that I wish would
stop coming in the mail.