Good morning Boys and Girls.

Okay, okay, so it's been a very short hiatus.

Shoot me.

I'm sitting at the dining room table of one of my oldest and dearest friends this morning. Bob lives here in Hell, Michigan, just a few hundred yards from the Damn (Dam) Site Inn and the capitol of Hell, Michigan, the year-round Halloween store where, I'll assume, he bought the "Once in a Lifetime - 666 (6-6-06)" mug out of which I'm drinking coffee this morning.

Bob went with me yesterday to see my son perform at Second City over in Novi. It was the graduation performance of Ry's level D class and it was pretty damn funny. Lots of improv games and audience participation. -Very glad I went.

This house sits on a little island just next to the wooden bridge that connects the island to the mainland - some twenty-four whole feet away. Yes, I said that right. I've been here a dozen times over the years, but I never even realized we were on an island here.

It came up because early this morning I noticed how solidly built the bridge across the channel is and mentioned it to Bob, which prompted him to tell me about the rebuild a few years ago. The township told the lake association it would no longer send emergency vehicles across the old one, so rickety had it become. I'd never noticed when I was here, but then, as I said, it's not all that long a bridge anyway. Regardless, he said it was fun pulling himself along a rope-line in a little boat to get home for a week or so while the rebuild took place. Bob the pioneer.

When I was eighteen, Bob was one of my investors in an ill-conceived plan to bring an incredibly talented, if obscure, Rock Band to Kalamazoo. The whole plot imploded a week or so prior to the concert and I lost my ass. It took me a couple of years to repay Bob, who at the time worked a job he hated as a parts-puller at a G.M. facility in Pontiac, Michigan. I'm pretty sure he'd lent me his entire nest egg. He was SUCH a good sport about it though. I don't think he even accepted any interest on the loan. Anyway, we've been friends for thirty-odd years and I love the guy.

Sounds like Sweet Lady and I may be coming back here to "Bobonia" (the name his friends have given the place) for Memorial Day. Hope so.


Be good to everyone.

For you Moms.

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