This has been some day. It was going good until the Rays lost the game tonight 8-1. Can you believe that? I watched it and I can't believe it.
I spent the better part of the day reading some notes I found from way back in the 60s. Those of you that know me know that I have trouble getting into cars unless they are big as a bus.Â
One time my Dad, Becky and Joann and I were back north on vacation and staying with a young man and his wife in Follansbee, W.Va. The young man was going to drive us over to Steubenville to visit family and friends. He pulled around the driveway up from the garage in a Volkswagon. I could not believe my eyes. My Dad sat up front with the young man. The two girls and I in the back seat - me in the middle with my knees up under my chin. Just getting into the back seat was bad enough.Â
Our destination was maybe five miles across the bridge and onto the Main Street where we asked to please let us out.   The folks passing by stopped to watch us getting out one by one I know wondering how we all managed to get into this vehicle.
Those were the days.
News from the Home Front - had a call from daughter Becky (Rebecca). She is coming for a visit some time next month.
Did you all know that Joann and Bill came up here to retire? That did not last long. Bill is studying to be a Deputy Sheriff and Joann is now officially a White Squirrel Spotter for the city of Brevard, N.C.  Who me?  I am retired.
Love and prayers from here to there
