Obits, Prayers, and Sonograms
My friend Gary's father often re-told an old joke: in the morning he would read the obits; if his name didn't appear, he would go into work.
I'm at an age now where I, too, read obituaries. Oh, I'm fine health-wise, despite the rebuilt knees. Everything seems to be working OK but I think the warranty is running out on some of my innards and not all of them have... Read more