Oh, yes Pharmer Phil was his name. Haven’t seen him in a looooong time.
High Laz, I am still on the right side of the turf! I am “last man standing on my street”. You know the “gun nut with the Doberman,” (Our seventh).
I hoped to win the lottery so I could escape this shithole state but alas, I guess I will only escape the “way certain”.
Regards, Howie