When I have something to say, I do it in public. Never was shy. I live in the best country in the world though I'd never say it was perfect. And some nights the single malt is beside what my kids call the Fraser chair, something to do with TV I suppose, and I really let loose. But I cut that back due to waking up too many mornings in the chair instead of my bed, though heaven knows the steps down in the morning are getting tougher and tougher. I tried taking the bottle upstairs once and fell, oh the fear that I'd broken it when my leg felt wet. What a relief to find out the glass broke and cut me leg, and that the whiskey was ok....just lost a pint of blood...

Hang in there, anyone who lives in Detroit has to be tough....it sure is a great place, having I75 to it's credit. LOL, head north to the Soo, or South to Florida, where I can where white socks and sandals and feel at home.....LOL..

John Conley
Musica est vita