Happy Friday, everybody. Well, I hope it is a happy Friday for you. Yesterday I learned a good friend of the family had passed away. Frank was 91 years old, and I have known him my entire life. Our families met when my dad starting comparing notes with a co-worker about their new babies. As a result, we became good friends – almost family. Frank lived a good, long life and I will cherish the great memories I have of him.

On Tuesday they will have Frank’s funeral. It will be a bitter sweet day of tears and great stories. Frank and his wife Ruth, who passed away over fifteen years ago, had two daughters. Mary Jo and her older sister Karen. Mary Jo was the other “baby” that got Frank and my dad talking all those years ago. We’re friends for life, and that is a good thing.

Thanks for allowing me to say all this stuff, and thanks for reading.