Well allright now, where was I? Oh yeah, D. Wilson passed another milestone recently, which was his 50th birthday. Happy blah-blah-blah to Mr. Dave, and a pinch to grow on.
Greg; no good stories yet, but this town is interesting in the respect that it has (almost literally) a tavern on every corner. Good neon beer signs urging us all to drink Blatz. Haven't seen that one around in a while. Other than that, I got bupkis. Nuttin'. Zilch. Zumsquat.
Bud, by all means possible let's plan on a reunion when I return to America. Call ol' man Wilson and tell him to get his walker wheels greased up for the shindig. Greg, you're invited too. Got any sick days/weeks available yet?

be good.