Barry, I am sorry about Buddy.  I enjoyed your tales of her adventures.

Buddy is no longer with us.  She was the victim of a botched pregnancy.  I went out and called her this morning before church and she came around the corner of the house.  Pretty much crawling.  I gave her some water and she let me pet her.  I called the vet, but they were closed.  We left her under a bush and went to church.  We have not been able to find her.  Being wild, we assume that she crawled someplace she thought would be safe to die.  She was our outside pet for over two years and she gave Joan a lot of comfort this summer while her broken wrist was on the mend.  It's silly to get attached to a squirrel.  She ate the heads off several sprinklers and our deck is much smaller from all her chewing, but you know it never bothered me.  It was Buddy doing what squirrels do.

Gadzooks, it is hot.  How did any of us make it past early childhood when there was no air conditioning in So. Oak Cliff???  I remember sleeping with the windows open and a box fan.  Did rich folks have ACs?  I remember when we got a window unit and all the neighbors came over and stood around in my aunts' bedroom to experience the chill.  The electric bill that first month was a shocker, so that cut back on the coolness.  That was about 1957.

Same here Lynell.  Learned at church this morning that it rained between one to three inches all around where I live Friday and Saturday nights.  Not a drop at my place.  Do rainmakers still seed clouds to bring rain like they did in the big drought of the 1950s?

John that is just weird.  I did like the Brad Pitt shot.  Lynell, the Lopers are an interesting couple and I  look forward to spending more time with them.  Having bats in my belfry isn't news to anyone.

Don't believe everything Sheriff Andy says.  I think we as taxpayers are paying for that $750,000 Medicare Mayberry shuck & jive ad that's on TV, promoting Obamacare.  Barney, wherever you are, they'll probably want you to surrender your bullet (but they'll tell you they're only borrowing it).

Please join us for The 2nd Annual Brandon Michael Fugate Memorial Golf Tournament Saturday, October 9, 2010, benefiting The BMF Project.

The Old Brickyard Golf Course

605 North I-45   •   Ferris, TX 75125   •   (972) 842-8700

The BMF Project was started in memory of Brandon, who drowned at Lake Ray Hubbard November 29, 2008. It was conceived by Brandon's parents and brother, as a means to make the tragedy of losing a son and brother into something positive.

The BMF Project is a 501(c)(3) public charity whose mission is to raise funding and resources for search and rescue agencies to have the necessary technology, equipment, and training to effectively perform their jobs. We support not only the groups that worked so hard during the 29 days Brandon was missing, but the goal is to help as many Search and Rescue (SAR) organizations as possible in support of their efforts. Along with this, educating the public on the water safety and hazards that many are not aware and providing emotional support to families who go through a search and rescue event are functions of The BMF Project.

Entry Fee: $100.00 per player.

Deadline for payment: October 3,2010

Teams and individuals welcomed

You can also signup on our tournament website

www.tournevents.com/bmfproject2010

I am on Face Book and Gary Loper posts a bat photo from a choir loft.  I say we are having bat problems in our bell tower.  He says his photo was from FUMC Crockett.....Excuse me....that is my church.  We have made contact and I am having lunch with Gary and his wife tomorrow.  Small World.

Bob Pettit - that is a very sweet thing to say after 47 years.  May you both be blessed with health and happiness in the 47 years to come as well.  Happy Anniversary.

[all credit goes to Lynell for putting me on to the dusty archives of the Dallas Morning News]

47 years ago today my young bride(LaVeta) and I were married. My LOVE for you has grown more each year and I hope we get 47 more years!!!

I was driving last sunday and had WBAP 820 on the radio and was kinda listening as I often do while thinking about whatever.  A name from the distant past came on and my memory banks started whirring.  The lady's name was Karen Drennan.  I did not get all the particulars until I heard the name and what really caught my attention was that she said she was a Playboy Bunny to pay her college tuition.  I remember the name and kinda remember her.  Was she from your class or from '64?  It's been a long time.