I'm Not Quite Dead Yet. (Part II)

I was catching up on my blog reading when I came across this post. For just a second, I thought I was reading my eulogy. Then I remembered I was still breathing. I wonder if he realized he wrote that on my 40th birthday.

(Danny gave me a box of laxatives for my birthday. Oddly it did not appear to be a gag-gift. I now have plenty and I am willing to share.)

I guess it is time for me to get out the guitar and start practicing again. It seems Danny and I are starting a band. Look out Flatt and Scruggs.