Honestly, I’m a cracked old mug. I love gossip and drinking. I love train whistles late at night. I love the way great shortstops lay out for line drives.
I miss Paul Harvey, Casey Kasem and Walter Cronkite.
And I love the way babies sit on your lap and pull at the soft skin around the jowls.
Owww I love you.
Right now, I’m clomping around the house in my overstuffed slippers, high on leftover Halloween candy, excited for the weekend’s pot of chili.
