Stuff

I think J. Edgar Dogg may be sick. He’s really warm and he’s drooling like an 80-year-old dementia patient, but he still has the presence of mind to sink his teeth into my arm just to hear me scream. Ornery little beast, maybe I'll put a shot of Sriracha in his water dish.

I got an e-mail from an old friend today. We worked together (Well Actually I worked for him) in the Navy in the early 70s’. He is going to be on vacation here in Alabama early next month and we are going to meet and talk about old times and what has happened to us in the last 33 years. I guess I have changed a bit since I left the U.S.S. Samuel Gompers in 1973. I mean, I weigh about 80 lbs., more than I did, My hair is a lot thinner then it was, and I am a lot easier to get along with then I was. As significant as they are those probably aren’t the biggest changes in my life. I won’t go into what that means right now, as Tom may be reading this and I want to have something to talk about when he shows up.

My nephew Dale has found me my very own web site so I may be moving this Blog yet again… but not for a while.

Well, it’s late, I think I will go to bed now but at least I wrote something today.

Uncle Dave