RebL believes this is a picture of me from the way-back-when. I contend it is my evil twin, Black Jack, who terrorized OKC in his black Pontiac Firebird and tried to discredit me in a variety of ways. It obviously could not be me: look at that bug/animal on his upper lip. That can’t possibly be me. Really.
I heard from both my kids on Father’s Day. They made being a father a huge blessing in my life because they are both so wonderful as adults. Also, Jack and I concluded that the worst film father of all time was The Great Santini and that Darth Vader can suck it. Yay! for Jack, the funniest man I know.
Baseball size hail and 80 mph winds predicted for after 4 p.m.? That’s a helluva storm, guys.
It’s Monday. That’s all I got.