Mornin, Woods. I'll be glad when the sun makes an appearance at a decent hour again.

If the old saying your life flashes before your eyes is true, I guess I'm dying. Seems like almost every day a random thought pops in the head for no apparent reason. Last night remembered having chicken noodle soup in some Louisiana woods with a bunch of other guys. Was cold and really tired, tasted wunnerful. Not sure I've thought of that in over 50 years. Riding a tricycle over a broken up sidewalk in St. Joe, Missoura. Makes me wonder what we could remember if there was a way to open up all the memories tucked away for decades.

 

I've invited a motorcycle occasionally. The Tour Glide seemed to like little people's shows with a grandkid or two.

 

Howdy Greg and the rest. Off to teach combat hugging.

 

When my daughter took some kind of martial arts classes, wasn't any hugging, just hitting the ground hard. Seemed more like boxing than wrestling. I never practiced with her, too hard to get up these days.

 

Thanks Mick, on the road to the airport @ 1pm. Stopping by my brothers to retrieve our latest package deliveries .

 

Halito Woods. Happy Rump Day! Thanks for the fine examples Greg! You are always dependable!!!
Hope you all have a good day. My condolences to those of you still working. My despise to all of you still riding and "rubbing our noses" in it! And congrats to those retired who are living large. Or at least living. Hope you all have a good day. Enjoy and be careful. Remember, I'm pulling for ya....we're all in this together. .

 

Morning, morning Woods.

 

No wonder the bike hated it, it's facing the wrong way.

 

Morning gentlemen.

 

Mornin toakers. Coffees ready, I'll be back in a bit