I debated with myself whether I wanted to write this story. Its not a witty story. Most won’t think it is funny at all. But in the sick mind of a senior citizen I am amused by the events of last Friday. As a pre-kindergartener I had two special friends. A girl that lived down the street and a boy that lived up the street. By fate or the grace of God, I have maintained a relationship for all these years. I have both their phone numbers in my contact list on my phone. Int

I’m not going to tell a witty story today. It’s Easter Sunday and to tell the truth, the story of Easter is a better story than anything I could tell. I hope you get to share some time today with those special people that make you feel good. Easter is always a special day, treat it as such. Elaine andI will be spending the day with Gordon and Goose (the dogs). Our group of crazies will spread out today. One is in Nebraska, one will be setting people at their tables for E

Many times, as I have sat on Sunday mornings and wrote this stuff, I have 'mentioned I could hear my neighbor outside in his yard with his high-powered rifles practicing. I can't say practicing for what, but for the comfort of some that will read this stuff, I will say he was practicing for the next hunting season. It is entirely possible he was not practicing for hunting, he might just like to shoot things. I’ve been known to shoot things myself. That is not what this stor