Hey Don, knock 'em over. Lots of hot wimmen there...our band practices at a place you have to enter the secret code to get in or out, there were 50 horn players tonight.

I always bug the wife, saying, gee hon, a few more years and I've got my pick of these widows. Now my ribs hurt again.

Keep smilin' and thinking about all the good times....

We were talking at the local pub after while eating chicken wings and having a beverage (some coke some plus..) and bride pulled out some coins and found an American dollar Susan something or other coin, and Dr. Hank who's both American and Canadian had to have it...said people refused to use them...then she found a Canadian coin with log drivers on it. She then launched into the the fact I was on 3 of the last big rivers that we drove logs down, and was the 'blaster.' Seems like so long ago...

My 88 year old uncle is dictating his WW2 memoirs...I'm helping type them, talk about hard to comprehend....

What stories you can't take with you are best recorded...wee voice recorders are cheap, I've got about 30 hours done already....want to let my kids know stupid stuff like how I made 5 cents per game setting pins and how the guys in the Ducktail haircuts felt it their duty to hit the pin boy by throwing the thing as fast as possible...ha..45 or 50 cents an hour, man was I rich.

John Conley
Musica est vita