WIPS

As I look around our comfortable home, it's obvious I am certainly, personality-wise, "scattered". I am continually involved in numerous projects at the same time. Right now, I can see before me, three colorful yarn piles, waiting to be crocheted into one-of-a-kind fashions. But, not just yet. All three were started before Christmas. None of them are finished. Oh, I've been working on them, off and on, for the past four months or more. They are WIPs. Works In Progress.

Let's face it. Many, if not all of us are Works in Progress. Many years ago, several of my teachers told me, quite firmly, that I talked to much. Frankly, I have a lot to say. One of my most annoying (actually, I think it's endearing) habits is starting on one topic of discussion and then switching to another subject, without skipping a beat. I can follow my train of thought. It's just difficult for others! Again, the term "scattered" come to mind.

Just this morning I was talking about buildings in my home town. Starting with Kresse's on Broadway and ending with the Tower Ballroom. Then, my mind and mouth wandered to the World War I Memorial Tower, in downtown Kansas City. My last comment was about my eldest son's office, located in NYC's Empire State Building. A tower of sorts, right? Did you follow that train of thought? Likely, it left the station, before you got on board. I hear the phrase "What did you say?"quite often.

Like I admitted earlier, a Work In Progress.

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Lord, we are thankful for many things. You have blessed us with many worldly treasures. Help us to appreciate ourselves and others. Remind us to be kind. Kind words and kind thoughts are appreciated and mean a great deal, to those that we encounter daily.

 

 

Miss Poke

 Whilst traveling ALONE, on old 69 Highway, downtown and back, I often sing along to the car radio. Yes, I realize it really isn't radio anymore, it's some kind of playlist thing. In this modern world, you can select what you want to hear, with no advertisements. Mostly, I choose to listen to 60s and 70s rock or soft rock. Anyway, I sing along, belting out those oldies, often quite animatedly. 

Well, my Tesla screen prints the titles of the playlist I've chosen, and rather offhandedly, I noticed, that for the last 40 or so years, I had been misspeaking the title, and lyrics of the Steely Dan Hit, "Reelin' in the Years". Your stellar vocalist here, has been singing "Ease" instead of years. Well. That got me to thinking....what else have I been screwing up?

Plenty, it seems. Everyone has joined in with Dan Fogarty, in "There's a BATHROOM on the RIGHT." I understand that he even sings it that way, sometimes. "out tonight" does sound like "on the right." Aretha belted out "R-E-S-P-E-C-T" and improved every teenagers spelling. However, what I thought was PCP (some kind of pipe) is actually TCB, as in Taking Care of Business. And, that Eagles hit isn't about Granny.....it's "take a load off Fanny."

So, it appears that misspoken lyrics are quite common. Some are definitely changed on purpose, for a laugh, as in that popular Easter Hymn "Up From the Gravy and the Roast", or the popular church song, "Here I am Lord" that my sons changed ......"Finest bread I will provide" adding, "and the meat is chicken fried". So wrong...but amusing. Right?

Anyway, right lyrics or wrong, I'm going to keep on singing. 

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All Knowing Lord:  Humor makes life so very enjoyable. Sometimes we get too serious. You are always with us. You want us to live life to the fullest. We need to focus on Trust and Obey.

"Long and Winding Road"

 In May of 2024, I published a post about improving my vocabulary. Specifically, using two seldom (I don't often speak or write them) used words.....plethora and ethereal. I can sadly say, that in the years since, I have used plethora, a few times. Exaggeration is a fault of mine. However, the word ethereal, is still not fitting into my written or spoken vocabulary. I've learned to pronounce it, just not how and when to use it.

I must admit, that improving my vocabulary, especially at my age, is not high on my personal improvement list. Truthfully, I am thankful that I can still think and speak with reasonable intelligence. I believe that I am holding steady, not slipping, but certainly not improving. 

However, last week, when a passing acquaintance spoke the word "lachrymose", in an unusually long, accusatory tirade, I was stunned for a moment. Not because I didn't know what the word meant, because I certainly did! But, for the rest of the one-way conversation, I kept thinking, seriously, who uses that word?????

Maybe, I should find time to study the dictionary or at least start following the New York Times "Word of the Day". And, just maybe, avoiding boring conversations with jerks, should be at the top of my "to accomplish" list.

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All knowing and all powerful Lord. Patience is a Virtue. Help us in our struggle to master it and improve our many faults. We ask these things in Your Holy Name. 

 

(Lachrymose: tearful or given to weeping. Extreme sadness) 

"..bringing words of Wisdom....."

 So, I saw this post on Facebook, today. You know the kind I'm writing about. The posts that scream "Who on God's earth is old enough to remember.??????..." whatever it is they are showing. Well, since I am really old, of course I remember everything ancient. In this case it was Buster Brown Shoes.

My mother, like almost all moms of the 1950's, believed it was okay to skimp on lots of things, but not on your children's footwear. Buster Brown shoes were considered the best children's shoes on the market. I don't actually know what they cost, but I'll bet it was between four and five dollars a pair. That was high dollar in the post-war years.

Buster Brown had a catchy slogan. Every shoe had a picture of a oddly dressed kid (Buster) and his dog, Tige, imprinted on the liner of the sole. The slogan went like this: "I'm Buster Brown. I live in a shoe. Here's my dog, Tige, he lives in there, too." Cute. It sold shoes.

But, let me tell you. I hated those shoes. I wanted "Mary Janes". Becky wore "Mary Janes". They were pretty and strappy. My Buster Browns were ugly brown oxfords, that looked like boys' shoes. Plus they had laces to tie. Yuck. Fortunately, I do not have a picture of me, wearing my Buster Browns. I do however have a kindergarten photo, featuring little boys, including my friend, Rick, sitting in the front row (hiding my Ugly Ass shoes). Very interesting. Most of them are wearing, wouldn't you know it, Buster Brown, brown oxford shoes.

Lord: We are blessed. We are definitely way too picky. Show us the way to peace and contentment.

"Stop and consider the wondrous works of God." Job 37:14

 I've been a city dweller for over 60 years, but really all it takes is a short trip, out on the highway, to remind me that neat uniform houses and the finely trimmed green lawns of the suburbs, aren't really the norm. Out here, in the vast middle land of the United States, we have a whole lot more.

Today, I drove South for several hours, heading toward a small community. Along the way, I passed field after field of harvested corn and soybeans. Although, I traveled the entire day on Kansas Highways, the infamous amber waves of grain are found West, of where I traveled. I saw no wheat stumble on this trip. This time of year, before planting, the fields are Winter messy with dried weeds, plant stubble and a few volunteer cedar tree seedlings sprouting up. 

I also observed an annual ritual, as I passed the same fields on my way home, going North. There were columns of smoke rising from those fields and pastures. Controlled burning of farmland is very common, in the Spring, in Kansas, Missouri and Oklahoma. And burning is best controlled a few days after some heavy rain.

I am not a crop expert, but I do know that controlled burning has been proved to naturally eliminate volunteer trees and invasive foreign plants, like honeysuckle and hedge trees. And, burning warms up the soil for easier planting and earlier germination of seed. Some folks fuss about the air pollution from the smoke, and burning can be dangerous. But, there are always some negatives in every process. 

Vast prairies once covered most of the Middle States. Natural fires kept the trees scarce and the grasses grew very tall and dense. As the Indians and the bison were removed, farmers and ranchers moved into the West. Their plants and animals took over the prairies and burning ceased. 

Burning is back, and as an observer, it's an awesome sight. 

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 Masterful Creator of lightening, storms and weather: We give thanks for the seasons and Your many blessings. Let us be good stewards of Your Earth.

 

It's Classic

 OK folks. there is nothing like a raging cold/flu to make your mind wander and come up with the most bizarre thoughts. I'm suspecting that I was in the midst of a middle-grade fever and not quite coherent, when I decided to listen to opera on the U-tube Channel. Normally, I am not a fan of opera. You know the stories are all scary and numerous people are dying left and right. The boy may or may not get the girl, depending on whether he kills her or she kills him!

Well, I was in the mood to listen to some really '"close to perfect" music. The first thing I chose was Luciano Pavarotti, singing Nessun Dorma, the Tenor solo, from Puccini's Opera, "Turandot".  Well, the tears started rolling down my face. It's moving. Tremendously moving. I've seen several performances of "Turandot", live, and it's a nasty gory, severed "heads on poles" story. But, that aria, sung with all the passion that Pavarotti can muster, is the best.

Then, again because, I was feverish, I wiped my tears and listened to four different sopranos sing "Queen of the Night", the coloratura solo from Mozart's, "The Magic Flute". Masterpieces, every rendition. No tears this time, but I was awestruck. Staccato high notes, that make you smile, every time. and, it's a classic "earworm" melody. Anybody, even the tone deaf can sing it. Oh, it will sound awful, but you can belt it out. Check around the Internet and you can hear the talented Meryl Streep, literally butcher it....on purpose.

I'm on the mend. No more opera, today.....just a few Beatles songs and a oldie or two.

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Dear Lord. Reflection is good. No matter what choices we make, we know that you are there to guide and lead us. Protect us from our foibles. Forgive our stupidity.

 

 

 

 

"Pay No Attention to the Man Behind the Curtain"

 You can only visit so many gorgeous beaches and stunning land formations, on a vacation to a tropical island. We did have some down time, suitable for a couple of house-bound activities, and a good rule of thumb for hosting is to ALWAYS provide house guests with a choice of activities.

Our first 4 guests this year, in the Dominican Republic, were Domino Players. They play together, regularly at the Y, near their homes. While staying with us, if they had a couple of non-touristy hours to spare, they spent it playing Mexican Train Dominoes, on the patio of the Villa. (BTW...Mexican Train Dominoes has nothing to connect it to trains or Mexicans. )

Dominoes is played avidly, in all Caribbean Nations. It's probably one of the few things the feuding Dominicans and Haitians, have in common. Our guests were excited to observe Dominican locals playing Dominoes. The intensity of the play...slamming down tiles to complete your turn, was a little frighting for the four friendly-lady Domino players from Kansas. Turns out we have a outdoor Domino Pavillion, on the beach next to our house, and our snorkeling guests regularly find discarded Domino Tiles, along with sea glass and shells, in the surf. (Dealt you a couple of game terms, in that paragraph ;)

Then, on a whim, I decided to pack a 1000 piece Jig-saw puzzle, in my checked bag. All four groups of our guests, worked on the "Wizard of Oz Puzzle", completing it three time, during the vacation. It was a fun activity to discover pieces and parts of Four separate Dorothys, both the good and the bad witch, other characters and a plethora of yellow bricks.

BTW...I did look up the spelling of Domino....and the plural can be either an added e or es. Also, it seems that you may still win the Spelling Bee is you spell the singular, with a final E or not.  

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 Dear God. Your world is a wondrous place. There is so much to see and do. We are grateful for the opportunities that we have been given. Remind us to look at the whole picture and the whole world. We are blessed.

 

 

 

 

Todo bien.

 Spending a month in a foreign country, where the spoken language is not your native tongue, is a challenge. When folks say..."Everybody everywhere knows enough English, to communicate.", they are wrong. More correctly....."Most Americans know just enough Spanish, to make them look stupid and get them in trouble." And, I'm absolutely, one of those Americans.

No hablo Espanol.  Well, actually, I know a lot of nouns in Spanish. I proudly have the vocabulary of a 2 year-old Spanish speaker. I can read and order most anything, from a restaurant menu. I have a few road signs down pat and most of the time I can tell you what types of stores we are passing. I can say Hello and Goodbye.

But, I understand very little conversation-wise. The two years of French, that I took in high school, were wasted time and effort. Beyond parlez-vous, francaise...It's all been long forgotten.

My recent time in the Dominican Republic (native language Spanish), and my pitiful attempts to communicate, reminded me of the time, years ago, that I was asked to teach foreign language classes in a Middle School. To my credit, I did okay, while teaching the beginning French classes, but I hit the wall when I tried to teach those wise 7th graders to ask...."How old are you?" in Spanish? Immediately after pronouncing the phrase, in my best fake-Spanish, I was corrected by Jose', who sat in the last row of the classroom. Jose' said, "Teacherlady. You say ass-hole, instead of years." 

Well, there you go. Proof of just enough knowledge to get you in trouble. 

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 Kind and Gracious Lord. Forgive our errors. Lead us "in the path of righteousness". Remind us that we are not all-knowing and humble us enough to make us palatable to others.

"Somewhere Over the Rainbow"

 A tropical vacation. Ocean sunrises, waves lapping and crashing against the sand and coral. A new variety of tropical fruit every day. We are home from our month in the tropics. The memories are fresh and will continue to bring smiles of recognition, for weeks to come.

As you might expect, I wrote every day in a journal to preserve those memories. Someday, we won't be making this annual trek, and I'll have it all on paper. We truly enjoy our days in the Dominican Republic. There are new discoveries every day and as I kept repeating to our guests (half of whom happened to be Kansans)....."we're not in Kansas, anymore."

Right off the plane, it's clear that unlike Kansas, there appear to be no traffic rules and regulations. Hundreds of single, triple, quadruple and even 6 rider motor scooters weave in and out of the car, truck and tour bus traffic. One guest called in chaotic, but most of us just remark....On my God!

The food is great. We ate fresh fruit every. Bananas and pineapple are particularly tasty and more flavorful than the imported ones, in our Midwest. I have learned to eat fresh caught fish and shrimp, prepared with the heads still attached. Ever had fresh Chinola juice, or Guava? Yummy. And, mangu, for breakfast, was a hit with just about everyone.

Of course our Kansas guests enjoyed walking on the beaches and swimming in the salty waters of the Atlantic. We enjoyed Pina Coladas, served in fresh pineapples, while sitting with our toes in the white sand. Everyone toured the "Bridge to Nowhere" in downtown Samana. They had to walk it, to accept that it actually goes "Nowhere".

Now, we are back home and trying to get caught up with the laundry from the trip and the stacks of mail that have accumulated during our absence. Remember what the most famous (excluding me, of course) girl from Kansas said......"there's no place like home."

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Gracious God: We are blessed. Thank You for guiding us as we make our life's journey. Thank You for bringing us home. 

 

 

 

 

"Whale of a Tale"

 The other day, I said to a acquaintance, "We have whales breaching in our backyard." My listener made a bit of a face, in disbelief, so I had to qualify my slight inaccuracy. My next statement was, "We have whales, breaching IN THE OCEAN, directly off our back patio, during whale season." The season for whale migration in the Caribbean, is from January to March. That's when we choose to travel South.

It's true. Whales are amazing. They are, of course, big. Really big. They can weigh up to 40 tons, as adults, and they are typically 14-17 meters in length. And they do make quite a show, when they flip-up and out of the ocean (breaching).

They travel slowly, usually in groups. Average speed in 5-10 mph. With a pair of binoculars. or the naked eye, it's possible to see them travel across the horizon, or closer, just swimming and breaching, swimming and breaching. They seem to be enjoying their travels, and they can live up to 90 years.....traveling the same route.

For some bizarre reason, this whale information reminds me of a Kermit the Frog song, "Caribbean Amphibian", about a frog in a coconut tree. There are lizzardy and froggy things running around on our back patio, too. You may look up the words, to this ditty, but for now, just be assured those lyrics will be running around in my head, for the next day or two.

Via con dios.

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Creator of all things, tame and wild. We are thankful for the immense beauty of this world. We appreciate Your creatures, both great and small.

Hasta la vista, Frosty.

On my honor, I promise that this will be my last post about SNOW, this winter. Oh yes, we had a snowstorm this weekend. The headlines were:

             SNOWMAGEDDON......SNOWCASTROPHY...........SNOWPOCALYPSE........... 

We had a total of 4.5 inches of the fluffy white stuff. Woo-Hoo. It wasn't even enough to cover my boot tops. Today, one day after the snow ceased to fall, our street is cleared. The major street down the hill is snow free and the sun is shining. Except for the bitterly cold temps, it's a beautiful day. 

I'm betting all of that hoarded White Bread, Milk and Toilet paper wasn't even touched, let alone used up. It's over. Stick a big unused snow shovel in it. It was, as usual, "Much Ado About Nothing", or at least much ado about very little.

But, by golly, we were prepared here in Middle America. Being prepared is a good thing. Boy and Girl Scouts have been prepared, for over a hundred years.  I'm in favor of being prepared, but stripping the grocery aisle of essentials (as if white bread is essential), for 2 days of "staying home" is freaking crazy. That's just what we all do.

Tomorrow, will probably be a No-school Snow Day, due to the single digit temperatures. It would be extremely cold for those kids, who wait at the bus stops. Most kids, out here in the burbs, are personally driven to school by parents. And, we all know that the walk, from the car to the front door of school, is pretty brutal ;). And, all of us old folks walked miles to and from school, in several feet of snow,...uphill both ways.

But, here's the deal. I don't really care. Because, tomorrow I start my packing for the tropics. In a little over a week, I will be watching the surf and sitting in a deck chair on a sandy beach. No more snow storms for me.

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We all have many blessings. God is Good.

 

REBOOT

 By Golly, it's winter in Kansas City. The weather forecasters are predicting anywhere from2-145 inches of snow, over the weekend. We don't expect more than 5-6 inches, at most. That counts as a big snowfall here. Anyway, I came across this really old post and thought (since I am getting ready to go and "stock up" for the oncoming weather), you all might enjoy the recollection.

 Saturday, January 23, 2016

The Big Three

Storms are coming. Everyone in town has been or is planning to rush to the grocery store and buy these items. Yes, everyone stocks up on the big three in preparation for an up-coming "snowed in".
Why do we (yes, my family is guilty, also) choose these items?
Who knows? Maybe it's inbred, pun intended, or perhaps we are all just a tiny bit crazy.
But folks, this tee pee, moo juice and sliced bread tradition is senseless.
First of all, most of us desperate grocery store looters live in cities. City ordinances say.....the roads must be plowed, in a timely manner. No one is truly "snowed in" for days, anymore. Hours maybe, but certainly not days. So, if we are in possession of only one extra roll of toilet paper, we're going to be fine. And, who doesn't have some extra magazine pages taking up space?
Now then, there's milk. How much milk do we need? Milk for dry cereal, I suppose. Well, did we buy cereal? Didn't think about that, did we? And, if our power goes out, the milk is going to go bad pretty fast. A better buy would have been canned tuna, peanut butter, canned soup, chili or even canned or powdered milk. Best choice of all would have been bottled water.
Now, how about that white bread, the squishier the better. We all know that whole wheat is better for us, but we're going to get what we like, when we're faced with carbo-starvation. What are we going to do with three or four loaves of white bread? And, of course, we forgot to get anything to eat with it. Plain bread, folks, is not very filling, healthy or appetizing. And, it gets moldy pretty fast.
Planning for an emergency is wise. Running out to the grocery store, in the wee hours of the morning or late at night, to stock up on the big three, is pretty silly.
I need to stop doing it.

Well, Lord, here we are again. We are allowing our lack of Faith and common sense to get the better of us. We know better.You have given us great biblical examples of both preparedness and trust.
Help us to get our lives on the right track. Help us to remember that your way is the best way. Remind us to get ready, to trust and  to obey.

"Clowns on the left of me, jokers on the right"

I have a friend, who occasionally signs his notes, using only his middle name. It's unusual enough that we all know the identity of Overton  And, for absolutely no reason at all, it got me thinking about middle names.

Names have always been an interesting subject, to me. My middle name is the same as many of my aging female contemporaries, and I rarely use it. Instead of using Nancy Ann, as my given name, I have opted for using my maiden name initial K., in my signature. My mother elected to name me Nancy Ann, because she thought NAK would look good on luggage. Strange, I know. And stranger yet, my married name also begins with a K. (I have been told "to change the name and not the letter, is a change for the worse, not the better.) Oh, well.

And, speaking of strange, the 1960s diplomat, Robert McNamara, was legally Robert Strange McNamara. 

Royalty has been using Middle Names, since the 1700s. According to Wikipedia, they were first used in the US, in the early 1800's. Well, think about it. George Washington has no recorded Middle Name.

In my generation, girls were generally given the Middle Name of Ann, Sue, Mary or Rae. Guys were given something equally as short and easy to remember. Sometimes Middle Names honor relatives or families. And, if you are of some historical importance, folks are going to write down your WHOLE name......for posterity. John Wilkes Booth and Robert Lewis Stevenson are excellent examples. 

Honestly, as most of my readers will acknowledge, Middle names...except as legal signatures or in obituaries, are rarely used.  When it came to naming my four children, I thought long and hard about the final choices. But, the bottom line is none of them go by their complete (3-word name). Just like their mother, the only use of both of their given names was in an urgent request....."Nancy Ann Keller. Come in here, right now."

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 Dear Lord. Whatever we are called, You know who we are. We praise Your Holy Name.

 

Ludwig's Lesson

 As I have stated before, life is an adventure. Today, tomorrow or just around the next corner, something unusual could and is most likely to happen.

The other night, at exactly nine p.m., we were checking out important data (probably what was for sale on Amazon, and what Lady GaGa wore to the latest Award Show), when I was surprised to hear the first few notes of a very familiar tune. Looking around, I determined that it was not coming from the double computers in front of me, and it also wasn't coming from a nearby silent television. None of our appliances play the particular tune I heard. ...the Fridge just dings and the washing machine plays "Au- pres de ma blonde", and the Roomba just mumbles something unintelligible. A true mystery was occurring.

I was the only one to hear it. What was the source of this music?? I distinctly heard the first four notes of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony. Was this the being of some weird form of Music Dementia? Were Terrestrial Aliens trying to contact me? Angels, perhaps?

Over the next few nights, the same thing happened. Same time and same tune. Da da da daaaaa, da da da daaaaaa. Fate. Ah ha. I determined the music was coming from my left hearing aid. I have been wearing hearing aids, for years, and this set of devices is about 2 years old. You see, my phone rings and I hear my incoming calls, through my hearing aids. Now, I'm hearing classical music.

According to the technicians at my trusty Costco Hearing Center, the battery in my left hearing aid, had bit the dust. These particular hearing aids are rechargeable (I carefully place them in their recharging case every night, before retiring), however, I was told that they still have batteries. Anyway, the techie offered to replace, them free of charge.  Marvelous.

But, it's going to take up to ten working days. It's not that I don't normally tell everyone to speak up and talk slowly. I know I'm deaf. But seriously, 10 days of half-assed hearing. I had no choice. To hear or not to hear. That is the question. I did ask her if the right one was going to fail, also. She said there's about a 50% chance. 

What did you say? 

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Holy Lord. Calm us. Give us patience and courage. Not on our time, but Your's. We ask these things in Your Name. 

 

"What's up, Doc?"

I've got "High Hopes" for the 2026. It's an opportunity to highlight several anniversaries and milestones. I am looking forward to observing and celebrating these events and I hope that you will join me. 

Here are just a few: 

The United States turns 250 years old. Officially called the Semiquincentennial ( I think). A remarkable milestone, when you stop and consider the youthfulness of most nations. Most of us can remember when Russia was formed. Mexico, China, Canada, are all youngsters compared to the U.S. Yet, according to reports and data, 50% of the folks residing in this country hate it, along with the folks in charge and the other half of the population. The other 50%, don't. There you go. 

The one and only, National WWI Monument and Memorial, of which I am a proud member and volunteer, is celebrating the 100th year since opening. There will be several new exhibits, and many dignitaries making appearances. Perhaps, during my volunteer shifts, I will have the occasion to meet someone famous or shake hands with a dignitary or two. Certainly, there will be many opportunities to spontaneously entertain visitors, with my poetry recitations or an acapella verse of "Over There".

The World Cup is coming to KC, in July. The city will host six games. Chaos, crowds, a whole lot of nonsense and a reason to avoid traveling Downtown. The "Paris of the Plains" will put on it's best face. Oh, but don't expect me to try a Bicycle Kick, to celebrate.

Finally, about one hundred of my oldest friends will all turn 80 years old, this year. Post War Baby Boom!!!! The Original Baby Boomers, you know. One by one, my remaining classmates, from the Pittsburg High School Class of 1964, will become Octogenarians. Whoopee!!!!!! 80 is the new 60, I have heard. Me, I plan to concentrate on growing older gracefully, enjoying life and celebrating all year long, with my fellow Purple Dragons. Cheers!

Happy New Year.

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Dear Lord. Life is a blessing. We thank You for so many things. Your Steadfast Love Endures Forever.