Good morning, all! I'm a little down this morning; it's the eighth anniversary of my dad's death. Who'd think I'd still be waiting for my idiot brothers to sell a piece of property after all this time. My memories of that last week with him in Ohio, because of the terrible weather, are how quiet Randy's and Jo's house was, sitting at Jo's computer and posting each event to all of you, and sitting beside him and waiting for the blade to fall.
Well, it's hard to be an orphan at 60.