I think I solved last week’s sausage mystery. I no longer believe the hotel sausage is neither raccoon or prairie dog. It’s coyote! The extended stay hotel/motel that I am staying at is in the heart of the shopping and Fortune 500 offices in the state capital. I can throw a baseball from the hotel parking lot to the parking lot of that giant blue building with the yellow letter signage. (OK, you caught me. It might take me four throws. My shoulder is over sixty years old

I’m having trouble getting back into the swing of things. I thought 2018 had a few negatives. I hope 2019 gets better. I want to thank everyone that reached out to my family in the first couple weeks of the year. I had big plans for this New Year. I decided to do really huge things; things like getting a haircut. I know, some of you get a haircut every two weeks, so what’s the big deal. Well, I haven’t had a haircut in over two years. I hadn’t shaved in over two years.

The stuff on the shelves had changed, but the feeling I had in that room was the same. By now you might have heard that my youngest brother, Larry, has passed away. Some would say he lost his battle with COPD; but actually he won. Larry is with Mom and Dad; trying to coax Mom to get on the back of a Harley. I have lost enough moisture through my tears; my skin looks like an alligator purse. I wish I could tell you I am done crying, but that would be a lie. We don't lie her