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A tough guy … that’s what most of us weekend warriors like to think of ourselves.
Fact of the matter is, we’re all pretty much far from it, as the Boss reminds me quite often.
Just a few days ago, the most wonderful woman on God’s green earth shook “my world.”
“Quit whining!” she ordered.
Weenie that I am, I immediately complied.
Still, I secretly pined inside.
When I awoke and showered before church, I could tell something wasn’t just right.

The other day, a Facebook friend admitted to picking up a TV remote and trying to dial a phone number on it.

As someone who has tried to change the channels with my phone, I could relate.

I’ve also pointed my remote car key at the TV to turn it on. I’ve even distractedly pointed it at the house to lock or unlock the carport door.

It seems that while we (and by we, I mean people older than the age of 35) embrace new technology, we aren’t quite the whiz kids with it that many in the younger generations are.

Gentle readers, be not disturbed if you do not immediately recognize the name Hetty Green, for she has not been prominent in the news for more than three-quarters of a century.
But around 1900, Hetty Green was the richest woman in the entire world!
And the tabloids of the period often wrote of her on account of her miserly ways.

Today I will have the pleasure of spending the evening with a book club on River Road.

I’ve been looking forward to it since last November, when they originally asked me to join them for the session.

I enjoy talking about good books, hearing what everyone else is reading and sharing the ones I love best.

Recently, I temporarily swapped my copy of Edward Abbey’s classic Desert Solitaire for a friend’s copy of Ferrol Sams’ Run with the Horsemen.