Sunday morning Sherry and I, as our habit is before church, dropped in at McDonalds. We get a biscuit, two coffees and two jellies. We split the biscuit, and sit and talk. We could simply do this at home, but since we are retired and under no pressure to be anywhere. We don’t have to feed the kids, dogs nor anything this is sort of a treat. I just love to look across the table at my girl and chat about anything or nothing.

Sometimes, but not often, something different happens. One morning I had a pleasant surprise, a man came over and asked a pardon for interrupting, but was I the author of ‘Sticky’? I proudly said ’yes’ and he told me how he had enjoyed the book. That is always nice.

Another morning, an Insurance agent whom we knew, and had met again recently during an interview at the local paper, stopped by to say it was nice to see us, but he had to rush to church. He said if he was late the pastor always asked him to lead in the congregational prayer. He then said he had heard complaints of his rendition of ‘Now I lay me Down to Sleep’, so “I gotta run.”

Last Sunday a second cousin of Sherry’s made a special trip to come say hello and talk. He was in a very talkative mood, normally I would have been a little ‘off center’ for someone taking ‘our’ special time, but this time I was not. Cody, talked about the time his dad was sick. He watched for a year as his dad slowly died. He was 15-16 yrs old at the time. According to what we had heard his dad was not easy on him growing up, the treatment was abuse, or bordering on it. He did not show that side, but said when things got rough after the death, he told himself, nothing will ever be that bad, so I have seen life’s worst. I handled it, I can handle anything. He is.

He is younger than our boys and a very responsible person. He is not a real religious man, but he was very upset at the Pentagon’s decision concerning Franklin Graham. He was upset at the news, at TV because there was nothing he liked or thought was worth his kids watching. But most of all he just wanted to talk. We were good listeners. It was good to see him. I think he is typical of people just a little older than his 40+ years.

Thanks for coming by the log.
NIte Shipslog
PS:
Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?