“I hope you won’t mind if I think of you as my brother”
MD, you are my brother, that’s why we can disagree and there is still no doubt in my mind of your salvation. Now I’ll let you in on a little secret, I just go into the office and go on line to the local paper and if I don’t find myself in the obituaries I figure I’m at least that much ahead. All of the coupons are now in the bar code cards of the local market so there is no need to buy the Sunday Paper except in the winter to start fires in the fire place.
LOL!
Let me do my geezer act:
I wake up and say, "I couldn't hurt this much if I were dead."
We heat with wood, so the paper performs a crucial duty every winter morning.