entered what to some is called "the second childhood".
Who'd have ever thought, that we would have spent a half
hour taking pictures of ourselves? I guess when we stop
and think about it, now is as good as its going to get
in the picture taking department. At least, I don't see
myself getting any better looking with age from this point
on, not that I ever was made for a magazine cover, or
centerfold.





Iris, to me has become more beautiful with each passing day.
She is a beautiful person, as good as they get. I am fortunate
that that invisible hand Alison and I were talking about the
other day helped bring this country bumpkin and the belle
of Macon together. No, I don't think it was just a coincidence.
Now my challenge is to live worthy of her. Sometimes, I
think I come up way short. All the more reason to persevere
and try to be better.