I killed one of my chickens yesterday. I hate killing my animals. I wonder what the kids would think if they had to be there.

The good part was the chicken and rice and biscuits . It tasted just like just like 1956.

We walked over to my neighbors house and talked from behind the glass and left some chicken on the door step. She is in her eighty. Her husband died a few months back and life is not very good. She has plenty of money but money won't buy you happiness.

There are no cases of the virus in the Florida Keys. I want to go fishing pretty soon.

“Amazing! I’ll be working with Jaco Pastorius, Charlie Parker, Art Tatum, and Buddy Rich, and you’re telling me it’s not that great of a gig?
“Well…” Saint Peter, hesitated, “God’s got this girlfriend who thinks she can sing…”