The Pacin' Parson is so nice. We walked for a 2 mile stretch that began at the meeting point (a shopping plaza parking lot) and ended at his sister's house. The best part is that most of the 2 miles were on a bike path, so we had a lot of quiet, calm conversation without having to inhale exhaust fumes and yell over the sounds of engines. It turns out that he grew up in the same small suburb that we live in. Of course, there were more farms and less subdivisions back then.
Hi Misty. I'm doing well, as is my home (where I hang my hat). I do have to tell you however, that this game will be easy as pie for Rob. He'll throw in everything but the kitchen sink and might just win the whole enchilada, this is just the tip of the iceberg for him. But I don't know... he is a legend in his own mind and you just might be someone for which hope springs eternal. Leave no stone unturned... let the games begin.
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