Goodness, I guess I was precocious. I can remember liking a girl in one of the towns where I went to the first grade. This was in Steamboat Springs, Colorado, and the girl's Mom would give me a ride home in her jeep. I thought that was way cool. Snow was pretty deep, and a ride was nicer, and besides I think she was kind of cute.

Gotta trip in the A.M., taking our trailer to pick up by MIL's furniture from the Tampa area. MIL has just started living with us, while she recuperates from a broken femur, followed by a broken collarbone. So I may not be back on the board until Tuesday.

Marge is the love of my life.