It seems like a couple of months or longer have gone by since I last wrote you, but I'm sure I must be mistaken. Then again, I've had a strange relationship with time ever since I got hold of some bad bong water in the seventies. I won't go into details, please just know that I've changed my ways since then and am no longer known by my neighbors as The Giggler. (though I am still kind of known as the laughing man down the block)

I thought I saw a speck of purple out in my backyard this morning and ran outside to be sure. Yep, spring is on the way. It was the first little crocus blossom peeking up out of the grass. It's funny how one little thing like that can mean so much to me.
The older I get, the more it means to me to see new blossoms and sprouts every year. When I was a boy, and then a young man  ...continued