Hi Lowell,

He's not getting the chicken dinner until I move. When you live in a place like a constant open house you give up cooking because it means you've gotta clean all of the time. Takes the joy right out of it. But when I get wherever it is I'm going then I'm going to stuff him so full of crispy fried chicken, mashed potatoes, biskits to die for and gravy one can't possibly make enough of. Rich creamy country gravy. I better stop writing about it, I'm getting really hungry now.

Have you ever heard that saying, "Someday my ship will come in and I'll probably be at the airport?" Well, we went to Parkfield and the quakes went to the Geysers and Hopland, go figure huh?

I wonder if I said I was going to Denver and went to Utah instead if the Rocky Mountains might do a little earth dance? Hummm. Nah, I'll go to Vegas first.

Good Going Don! As Jim B might say, "you've got the knack." You're on a roll, keep it up.!

Petra (A rose in the garden of life, with thorns as you say.) ROFL