I've been thinking about this for a few days now. I've been back and forth, should I, should I not? Should I just keep my mouth shut and go on. Keep my own counsel, think my own thoughts. Heck, I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. Mom didn't call me son because I'm so bright. If even I see it, I'm sure others do too! But you know, to he## with that.
Efmesch, you're in Israel! Israel, my friend! The fact that you have even briefly, fleetingly, and however momentarily, thought about MY life, MY anniversary, MY petty little problems with bees absolutely blows me away! I think of the circumstances that surround and fill your life right now and, I'm speechless. For YOU to consider ME is, I don't even know what that word is! I would like to meet you one day. I would be proud to call you my friend. You're the kind of man I hope to one day be. Ted