My Son, Kevin 
Today is his 43rd birthday. Beverly and I were remembering yesterday about the night of his birth. It was a cold and snowy night in Kingsport, Tennessee. Before going to the hospital we drove by some friends so they could keep our older son, Greg, while we were at the hospital. (I was as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.) We were thankful for the healthy birth of our second son.
Kevin now has a family of his own, but a son is always your boy. You never forget the playing together, him setting in your lap, the ball games in the back yards, the experiences of life, and all the growing up to become the man he is today.
Happy Birthday, Kevin!
Tomorrow’s Blog
Tomorrow I’ll be showing some nice pictures I took yesterday of some of the Cardinals we have been watching in our back yard. I hope you’ll come back and take a look.
You’ve heard of a wild goose chase. Someone said that it’s OK to go on an occasional wild goose chase - that's what wild geese are for. But what happens if you catch the wild goose?
And if you treat them like sons, they'll turn out to be heroes, even if it's just in your own eyes.
~Walter M. Schirra, Sr.
~The Talmud
one thousand pieces of gold.
~Chinese Proverb
~Author Unknown
Joke of the Day
“Pull over the curb,” said the policeman. “You don’t have a taillight.”
The motorist stepped out, looked in back of the car, and stood quivering and speechless.
“Oh, it’s not that bad,” said the policeman.
The man mumbled, “It’s not the taillight I am worried about. Where are my wife and trailer?”
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