Hey SC! Good to hear from you. Don’t know how you didn’t know. Guess I’m just a man of mystery. But don’t be too impressed. I work in a bakery, but I’m not a baker. I needed something to do, a reason to get out of bed, so I met with the owner and he hired me to work the front count a few days a week. I make the coffee, stock the shelves, work the register. I don’t start an 8 hour shift at midnight.

I do wear a T-shirt that says, “It’s nice to be kneaded.”

Mostly I talk to people. When I don’t work, I can go 2 or 3 days without speaking, so I might overcompensate.

The mittens deserve a whole story to themselves. It was Grace’s business. When she died, I had eleven sewing machines and enough wool sweaters to make more than a thousand pairs of mittens, and I had never learned to sew. I didn’t know which end of a Singer to blow into. So I got on youtube and taught myself. When we were in Montana, Grace was making $25 — $30K a year. Not doing so well in balmy NC.

Speaking of Montana, how’s life under the Big Smokey Sky? I was supposed to be there last month, but had to change my plans. I miss Montana like the desert misses rain.

Writing about life and love, along with a few crazy stories just for fun.

Writing about life and love, along with a few crazy stories just for fun.