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become, the men turn to belly, the women to bum.” Hmmmm? And forty is a long
way behind both of us.
    I’m sure that your mom and mine have commiserated up there
in heaven. After all, your mother loves you just as much as mine loves me, and
they both want the best for us. You have a good heart, and that’s what counts.
I would just bet, knowing little more than I do, that you’ve had a few more “adventures”
in your adult life than I have, but who cares. You are Callii and you’re a good
one. And I am like Popeye, “I yam what I yam.” Heh….
    You can see what kind of writing I do at my old dead
website: adventurebooks.com. It will show you my style. I’ve written a new book
which will be printed in a few weeks – “Carnival”. I’ll send you an attachment
with the book cover on this e-mail. The cover is hot.
    I still want to pay you a visit at your gift fair in
Pocatello. It’s not that far away. We’ll just talk a bit between customers. I
hope that doesn’t make you nervous. I mean, a girl that’s been around as much
as you have—heck!
    Now, as for tending grandkids, my mother made a firm rule
when my kids were little. “I DON’T TEND GRANDKIDS!” She really ticked off my
brother’s wife, but I think mom felt like she was getting abused. I guess you
might have to make a few rules of your own, or somehow find a way not to tell
them yes every time.
    My little daytrip was outstanding, mainly because I got to
talk to Lynn Brown. Lynn and I became fast friends more than twenty years ago
when we were neighbors in Preston. Then we both moved and we ended up about
four blocks away from each other in Idaho Falls, and for a long time we didn’t
even know it. Anyway, Lynn has always been kind of heavy and he’s had diabetes
for many years. Lynn and his wife Carol are both overweight and they’ve never
had money. They’re probably looked upon as lower class people by much of the
world, but the world would be dead wrong. I have never met a better man in my
life than Lynn Brown. He is on dialysis now and has been on disability for
about six months. I don’t know how much longer he can go.
    We went in my new car and started our drive up through
Ashton, cruised down and had lunch in Driggs, and then shot back down through
Swan Valley and back home to Idaho Falls. Good drive, good company, good
conversation. We shared some personal stuff along the way. I shared a few
things about Jace (My son who has passed away.) and he shared some amazing
stories of his own. We laughed and we cried. It was a great day. We’re gonna go
again in November. And just another side note, Mary and I are flying to Boston
in the not too distant future for a little getaway. I’m excited about that,
too.
    Kenny Pickering has me interested in your house and yard. I
have seen your house from the outside, by typing your address into Google maps
and clicking on street view. Did you know you can do that? But, according to
Kenny, your house is wonderful both inside and out.
    As for yard work, you can have it. I live on Hell’s half
acre and it’s my job to maintain the grass. My brother Brent calls me sprinkler
man, because I have twelve different stations and something is always breaking
somewhere. I gave up gardening in my mid-thirties. Mary does it now and I
sometimes say, “Boy, you sure complain a lot for someone who loves this kind of
stuff.” We have four garden spots and I try to help, but she refuses to let me
spray, she’s afraid I’ll damage one of her flowers. Sometimes I’ll spray a bit
when she’s not home, though. After all, a man’s gotta do what he’s gotta do.
    As for the seasons of the year, to be honest with you I like
all of them. I love summer nights and riding my Vespa after the sun goes down,
sometimes alone and sometimes with someone. The bike is quiet enough that we
can ride and talk at the same time. I love the fall, the beautiful colors and
the mild weather. I also love the winter. Mary has complained