GOOD MORNING, FRIENDS Hello Monday, good to see you again. Did anyone have a great weekend? I hope so. The boyz and I did, low key and restful, the way I like it. I had a lazy weekend because my pickup has a hole in its radiator so I am dead in the water until Henry, our local mobile mechanic gets it fixed, hopefully today. Henry and his crew stay busy, and we are blessed to have him here. He is a fellow graduate of NBIC, who moved his family here so he could continue to live

GOOD MORNING, FRIENDS It seems as if Friday 13 was yesterday, but in truth, another week has passed, they move so quickly now, days can be obnoxious, but weeks can be downright hateful with the speed with which they overtake and pass, leaving us in the dust from whence we came. Time marches on, and never once stops to look back to see how we are. Time is cruel...but we love it so much that we want more. As they say that Chaucer said, "time waits for no man." I went Wednesday

GOOD MORNING, FRIENDS It feels like Thursday this morning, mostly I guess because it is Thursday. I went to see my old school mate, Hal Hall at "Artistic Smiles," in Dublin where he and Dr. Hampton practice quality dentistry along with their top notch staff. I will be going back soon...I forgot the date, but it is written down...to have this tooth fixed. My daddy and many others used to refer to dentists as "tooth dentists," or even, "toof dennis." The word tooth/toof really

GOOD MORNING, FRIENDS It is midweek and going fast! It has been nice to feel these cooler temperatures for the last couple of days, but they are yielding once more to a warmup, and Friday is the first day of spring. Sometimes cool feels so fine, now and then cold is pleasurable for me, but other times I need warmth, then cold is not my friend. But we hug and makeup then I stand in the doorway looking longingly to the north bidding my old buddy, "cold" to come, but for a day.

GOOD MORNING, FRIENDS I hope this day finds you well, and glad for the rains we had yesterday, and praying you had no weather related damage. Here in Garfield, we had needed rains often, for most of the day, no extreme winds nor a single thunder clap. It was a terrifically fine napping day. Speaking of thunder, I am reminded of mama telling of my brother Joe, who was two years older than me, around the time I was born, reacting to a tremendous thunderstorm. Mama said he had h