I think the wife needs a new interface. She's so 70's. I look at pics of that smooth face and fair complexion and think, na, I traded in the old wife for wild times on the bit of cash she and the lawyer didn't take and ended up married again. I think I've learned to put up with the old interface, I understand when to shut up. This isn't one of those days when I should talk at home. I'm doing supper and she's bouncing around with a vacuum cleaner and rags.....


John Conley
Musica est vita