How bout today, we talk about blind dates. You guys remember them right? Yeah, me too. I don’t know about the rest of ya’ll, but my experience had never been too good in regards to a…blind date. But, at my age you pretty much take what you can get.

Last week I went out on my first date that had been set up by a couple I’ve known for years. They too went along. You know how it works, they took me over to pick this lady up at her home, introduced me to my date and…her seeing-eye dog, “Ray C.”

Yep, here I am goin out on a “blind date” and the woman I’m goin out with WAS…literally blind!

As soon as I could, I cornered my buddy and exclaimed, “For God’s sake man…the woman’s BLIND!”

He quietly said, “Dub, it’s okay, she’s as nice as they come.” I’m like, “Well, that’s all fine and good, but she cain’t see a lick!”

My buddy, by then becoming a little aggravated with me, says, “Look Dub, I know she’s blind, but great day buddy, ya looked in the mirror lately? I mean ya ain’t Brad Pitt, my friend! You’re older than dirt to boot! I mean the options my wife and I had of even FINDIN somebody to go out with you were very limited to say the least! Now just take ole Helen Keller over there and have a nice time, okay?”

Friends…aren’t they great?

Well, after dinner they went back by their house, dropped my date and I off at my vehicle, and I got to take her back to her home.

Well, I got her home, walked her to the door and was asked if I’d like to come in, talk and have a cup of coffee. I felt it the right thing to do and replied that it would be fine.

Honestly, this woman was very nice and I kinda got to enjoyin myself. After 30 minutes or so I asked if she liked to play cards and she said that yes she did, so I went out to the truck and as luck had it…I had a deck of cards in the console.

I asked when I went back in if she’d ever played 5 card draw and she said that no she hadn’t, but if I’d teach her, she’d play. I’m like…okay.

So I explained that when I normally played we’d have a fifty dollar limit, and she agreed to this. So after I explained the rules ,hee-hee-hee, and we’d played a couple “practice hands,” we got down to business.

In my entire life I’d never seen anyone with such luck. It was incredible, the hands just kept fallin her way. I couldn’t believe it.

I mean we’d play the hand, then call and lay out our cards. I’d tell her after each hand the results, and that she’d won, AGAIN!

Well, if you know me at all, you know I’m a pretty conservative guy, though most use the term…tightwad.

Anyway, with the price of gas today, along with I’d bought everyone’s dinner earlier, and with what I was losin to this lady, my evening was becoming very, very costly, very, very, quickly, and it was obvious that her luck…was NOT goin to change.

Then…the light-bulb came on.

I was out a couple hundred at least, and the losses were adding up quickly by now. All I could hear in my head was…Ka-ching, Ka-ching!

Honestly, I kinda hate to admit it, but really, ya do what ya got to do, and the reality that she couldn’t see a lick became too appealing for me to overlook any longer, so…I started lyin!

The next hand, after playing it out, we once again laid our cards on the table. Once more, the dern woman throws down a fullhouse! Well, I’m sittin there with two pair.

She asks, “Hey Dub, did I win again?”

I replied, “No Ma’am, I’ve got three of a kind and you just have a pair of Jacks. Boy, it’s about time my luck changed! PHEW!!”

Well, this continued for the rest of the night, with my letting her win one out of every four or five hands, just enough to keep her interested! Plus the hands she’d win I’d fold or call before the pot started growin too large.

Well, by the time we threw in the towel, I’d paid for my gas, dinner, and was about three hundred and forty five in the black. Not a bad night’s work, huh?

I honestly can’t say that I was too proud of myself, but if you look at my wording I just stated that I wasn’t TOO proud of myself, and not at all, NOT proud of myself! LOL!

Well, none of this actually took place of course, but I was thinkin this past weekend that something like this would be bout par for the course in my regard.

Datin at 56, sure doesn’t have the appeal that it did when I was 26, or, at least it doesn’t seem too.

I don’t know nothin about nothin when it comes to datin anymore, and that thought in itself is kinda uncomfortable. Then there’s the “time frame” equation. When is it time to even start datin again? I mean, I’d never even considered this…didn’t think I’d ever have to??

Deb and my life together was not always “peaches and cream,” but it was filled with love and respect for each other. What I experienced in our regard was absolute, total conviction of two people being in love. It was wonderful.

Then the wheels came off so to speak…I was lost.

Now though, my heart is healing, my life is pretty much back together again, and in all honesty, life is good! Time, I can see already, is a great healer, and I gotta say I truly believe my Deb has and is, a major part of this…she told me would be, and once more, her word was her bond!

I still love her, and that will never change, but I’m beginning to understand life does go on, and I know in my heart she wants, even expects, me to be happy.

THAT, brings us to the set of 38 year old twins down the street a couple miles…with 38 not only being their age, but also their IQ’s. So at the moment…I’m very, very happy!! God IS great, isn’t he?? LOL!

In truth though, our God is a great and a very loving God, and he has blessed me in so many different ways throughout my life.

How I could ever be deserving of the blessings he has bestowed on me through the years is totally unfathomable. So I guess what I’m saying at this point is simply this. You have a problem? Trust in God, he’ll see you through…thick or thin!

I hope each and every one of you guys have a great day, a great week, and a great life. So many of you walked with Deb and I through her ordeal…right alongside of us. I’m forever indebted to you all for you love, concern and prayers…they meant so very, very much to both of us.

One chapter of my life has closed, yet another lies ahead. I now am ready for this one to begin…wish me luck!

God Bless you guys, and remember always…to “Keep a smile on your face, and one in your heart!”

Dub AND Deb

I have to state that Deb is in a much better place no doubt, and in my heart, for this, I’m ecstatic. She deserves any and all good that comes her way. She was quite a lady, and looking back now I was so blessed she came into my life.

I knew this already, but since her absence, I truly understand how blessed I actually was.

Fortunately for me, God instilled in me a great sense of humor. Through this, I’ve been able to laugh or throw off many of the challenges in my own life. This is still the case. It is still true in this latest challenge…life without my Deb will probably be the greatest challenge I’ve ever faced.

But…

Just the other night I came down the stairs, I opened up the fridge and took out a gallon of milk. Taking it out, I stood there and contemplated for a moment or two. I then took the jug, placed it to my lips and drank 3-4 good slugs…straight out of the jug.

I looked up skyward and said with a smile…”Deb, how bout them apples,” then had a good laugh. She used to jump my case if I attempted such as that before, and she’d always say, “Dub, get a dern glass!”

I’d pick back at her and tell her that you don’t even drink milk, I’m the only one in the house that does, and she’d fire right back, “That’s not the point, get a glass.”

So, I see that even though she’s not here with me, in my heart I can still get under her skin…I’m sure my antics still can bring a smile to her. I sure hope so anyway.

Although while she was sick the last 10 days or so of her life, I continued our walking regime almost daily. The only times I didn’t were the times I was here with her alone. My juicing I’d stopped altogether but knew the first chance I got that too would be started again in earnest.

This started this past Wed., and I’ll continue this from here on out.

During one of my walks I got to thinking about Deb, and all the things she’d done to make my life complete in so many ways. Juicing was but one example.

We started this in our hopes of building a “super immune system” for her in her fight with that dern cancer, but since day one I’d told her… “I’ll do everything you do, every step of the way,” and, I did.
I realized during that particular walk that my little Deb was in fact going to lose her fight, BUT, that by getting me into juicing, and the exercise routine we had become involved in, she truly, truly, had probably saved my own life.

When Deb was diagnosed, and we started all this, I weighed in at a mere…317 pounds. So as you see, I was just a little feller! Today, I’m down to 259, and want to, no, I’M GOING TO, get down to 225-230.

Why? Well, mainly because of the inspiration she instilled in me through her own work ethic and toughness. She was unbelievable in her conviction. She never doubted she could, and would, conquer this disease.

Sadly for me, yet such a blessing for her, is that although our lives together are done, she now has eternal life.

I told her just prior to her passing that, “Honey, this cancer did not beat you, I know in my heart this is true, it’s just God needs you now and I’ve got to let you go…you’ll always be in my heart!”

Life is becoming a little easier day to day. It’s no cakewalk I assure you, yet I know that Deb herself is helping to ease my pain…she had actually told me she would…and I know this to be true.

I want to share with you guys something this morning that I’ve had some reservations about, but upon giving this much thought, I feel it appropriate to do so. It is an example of my love for Deb, yet it is nothing at all that I know, 100%, that she’d have done for me the EXACT same thing. It is merely an example of two people’s total, unconditional love for one another.

This experience for me was without a doubt, the single most satisfying, most gratifying thing I’ve ever done. The entire process gave me such peace it was almost incomprehensible. I only hope and pray that many more of you can experience this outpouring of love in regards to the loss of a spouse. If you do, you’ll know the feeling I experienced.

Deb was so blessed to have been able to stay in our home during her last days. Without a doubt, I too was blessed for this very same reason. God walked beside her, and smiled on her, right to the very end.

We had been told to call Hospice by her Doctor that she loved and trusted about 10 days before her death. So, we did.

Once they came to the house they’d offered 24-7 care, yet I politely and firmly explained to them that this was not needed…I WAS Hospice in her regard. You guys can come check her, but that’s it…and they did.

I could not for the life of me come to grips with strangers, no matter how well intentioned, taking care of my little Deb. This…was set in stone.

After her passing, I took off her little night clothes, bathed her, then redressed her in a little outfit I knew she liked, and one that I’d always enjoyed seeing her in as well.

Mark (Red), our son had come in and we laid her back down on her pillow, I brushed her hair and I swear…she was so pretty lying there, and it was so evident she was so at peace. What a beautiful sight.
I lay down beside her and held her, ran my fingers through her hair and fell asleep beside her while waiting on the funeral home. How great an experience is that? My God, how blessed we both truly were!

Her passing tore my heart out, but once we’d done all we’d done and saw her at that point…everything came into perspective. Debbie had gone home. A feeling of peace I probably never again will experience came over me…instantly. She was already filling the hole in my heart, just as she’d told me she would…

Anyway…

I have to thank all of you once more in regards to your thoughts, concern, support and prayers for my Deb. They were all well received and appreciated.

So now, I’ll be trying to turn the page, never closing this chapter of my life, just starting again…as Deb wanted me to do.

Hopefully after this coming week I’ll have closure in taking care of all the remaining business still at hand. After that, it’s back to business as usual, back to our gardening, and back to the greenhouse.

I’ve not set foot in our garden or our greenhouse, except just to grab a tomato or something, in probably a month and a half. They have been totally neglected, and although I hate it, I’d not have had it any other way…they were not, THE, priority!

Our friends and neighbors have stopped in and got some, but still much is hitting the ground. This will change directly. I’ve got my work cut out for me, but I’m kinda bitin at the bit to get rolling once again.

Give me just a little time to get all the “loose ends tied up,” and we’ll start back once more talking about gardens, sharing a few recipes, and having a good laugh or two with Dub and Deb in “Ridin Out the Recession!”

God Bless you all and I want you to be sure and keep a smile on your face, and one in your heart! I promise you…she’s watchin us all to see that we do just that!

Dub and Deb

This memory comes from our good friend Gary. He sent this to us, and Deb and I enjoyed it so much we had to share it with you guys. Granny Aggie…and her apple tarts.

This morning around 4:00 a.m. (yes, I do get up pretty early…) I was leaving the bedroom and just stopped and stared. I have walked by it many, many times but for some reason I had Granny Aggie on my mind. Granny died back in 95’. What a true “Southern Lady” my Granny was. She was dirt poor all her life but held vast treasures in her heart. In so many ways she was certainly richer than all the Vanderbilts, Kennedys and Morgans put together.

Now what did I stop and look at? Granny’s old pie safe that my Grandfather built for her just after they got married sometime around 1916. I remember this old pine pie safe in their sharecroppers shack down off Brooklyn Road just out of Andalusia. Granny would bake a pound cake or some fried apple tarts and place them in the pie safe to keep the flies away. If I was real good Granny would take an apple tart out of the safe and I’d sit at the old pine table and slowly taste what seemed the nectar of life. All of us grandchildren knew and loved Granny’s cooking but especially those apple tarts.

I think it’s time to move the old pie safe back into a real kitchen. That also gave me an idea. Why not make some of Granny’s wonderful fried apple tarts? It was still three hours till sunrise so why not?

OK, I got busy. I peeled and cored several apples. Put them in a small saucepan on low heat and added some water and some local honey. Touch of cinnamon…

Got out the flour and other ingredients and made up the dough.

Rolled the dough into 9-10 round balls and started with the rolling pin to flatten them out. Then made sure the apples were cooking just right without getting too hot and scorching.

Then I went to work loading the dough with the apples and started frying the first Granny Aggie apple tart I’d had in many years.

Here’s the whole pile. Guess I better get off this dang computer. Looks like I got some serious eatin’ to do. Granny, I love you and will always cherish your memory. Wish I could share one of these with you…

Thank you Gary…we enjoyed your sharing this with us. Granny Aggie sure must have been one special lady. We’d be willing to bet your frying up those apple tarts this morning was looked upon by your Granny Aggie…with a big smile on her face!

I was telling my Mom about this the other day, of Gary sending us this, and she started telling me about her Mama, Nanny Murphy, whom I’ve talked about before.

She was telling Deb and I about how Nanny would make them, those same types of fried fruit pies in the morning, and how good they tasted when she did. She said her and her brothers and sisters just loved them.

So Gary, by your sharing your memories of Granny Aggie with us, well, it kind of got the ball to rollin, and next thing we knew, Mom, Dad, Deb and I were reliving old times too!

Granddaddy Troy taking me to the camp for the week. This starting when I was just 3. The first time he took me, Mom and Dad came down, it was about an hour ride, right after dark to get me. They thought I’d be squallin by then. Shortly thereafter I was…cause they were haulin me back home!
Dad-gum I loved that man!

I’d get down there in those woods with Granddaddy, just him and I…and it was ON! Suddenly we weren’t Grandfather and grandson any longer…we became equals in those woods together, best friends!

I loved him with all my heart, and he loved me back just the same! He’d light up an ole Chesterfield King, and I’d fire up one right along with him. Cuss? He’d let me cuss like a sailor. I could sling em your way pretty good if you’d aggravate me very much.

Drive? Shoot by the time I was 6, there wasn’t anything down there at the camp I couldn’t drive, including his ole Chevrolet truck. He’d let me sit in his lap, he’d work the gas, clutch, and brake, while I’d be shiftin that ole 3 speed on the column like an ole pro, steerin it this way and that.

I’d of drove it by myself, but my dern feet couldn’t reach the pedals and me see over the dash at the same time! I bet we were a sight!

He pretty much taught me to hunt and fish. I killed my first turkey with him, and coon hunt…that man would rather coon hunt than eat, and I wasn’t much better, but Granny kept me fed pretty good while we were at their house.

I guess that’s why him and I would go off to the camp…there wasn’t any women there to mess up our schedule!

I’ve seen that man just slaughter bass on numerous occasions…BIG BASS! Nothin under 8-9 pound bass, again, several times.

He used an old lure he called a dual spinner. He’d get an ole cane pole, a big un, long and thick, put about 3-4 feet of line on it and tie that dual spinner on.

He’d then have me paddle along the bank of those irrigation canals for the orange groves, and he’d drag that dern spinner back and forth, right up against the shoreline. They were actually big ditches, maybe 60-70 feet across, and deep, real deep, to insure water for the wells to pump and water the trees during dry times.

But he’d drag that thing along, and BAM, they’d just hammer it! EVERY ONE of them at least 8-9 pounds and larger, and that’s the truth! He told me the little bass just wouldn’t bother it. When those ole lunkers would slam it, he’d snatch that cane pole up, and sling that bass straight into the boat. He didn’t mess around.

Really, looking back now, that was one of the most amazing things I’ve witnessed in my entire life…Granddaddy standin in the front of that boat, workin that dual spinner slingin them dudes into that johnboat! I’ve never seen anything like it since.

Then there was Nanny Murphy. She was tight! She had to be. Her husband was killed after movin their family down from N. Alabama to Kissimmee, Fla.

She never had a driver’s license, yet walked to work, or the store daily. She was a nurse, and after Granddaddy Doug was killed, she raised her 4 children, and one other that just came along. A girl that had a rough time of it at her own home, and Nanny just took her in and raised her too!

So you see, Nanny HAD to be tight with her money.

I got in her change purse one time in her kitchen while her and Mom were in her living room. Well, I spilled the change out of that change purse and it hit the floor. Mom said Nanny’s ears went up like antennas, and to the kitchen she went.

Mom said she just knew Nanny was gonna beat me once she got to me, so she said she ran in first, grabbed me, and took off outside. She said Nanny hit that kitchen floor and went to pickin up change, countin it as she was pickin it up.

Mom said she thought everything was gonna be alright till Nanny kicked open that screen door and hollered, “Shake heem down Ruth…there’s a dime missin!”
True story!

But, we’d like to thank you once more Gary, because again buddy, your own memory triggered ours as well, and boy what a big time we had reliving them again!

We hope you guys can do the same!

Until next time, take care and God bless! Deb says to keep a smile on your face, and one in your heart!

Dub and Deb…and Gary too!

You’re probably sick of hearing me ask it, but I swear I don’t know where the day goes anymore? The weeks are just rolling by. Shoot, it seems like Christmas wasn’t that far back, and you might as well say its April already.

Maybe it’s just me?…yeah, right! I KNOW I’m not THE ONLY person out there, “getting old,” or maybe I should say, getting older? Sounds better doesn’t it? Almost………nice, huh? Well it ain’t! But you know who you are, so just face it…we’re getting old. Ain’t that right JC?

JC’s a buddy of mine, and a great guy too! I met him while we were going to different schools together. Actually, we DID go to the same school, it’s just that we were like on…different schedules.

His schedule had him AT school, every day of the week, ALL day! Ya believe that??? ALL day, EVERY weekday, the man was IN school! I know, I know, it’s hard for me to believe too…and I WAS there! I saw it! LOL!

I was more like, hmmm…let’s see, what’s today…Monday? You know, I think I just might take a ride out to Rock Springs, which is a State Park that has a large spring flowing out of the ground and is the origin of the Rock Springs River. So it boiled down to school…or Rock Springs? In my eyes, back in “the day,” this was literally a no-brainer! LOL!

Anyway, I’ve know this guy for years and years, not only him, but his entire family. I’ll always remember his Dad, Harry Haskell, hollerin for his son, JC, to, “Hit em a lick,” back when we played football. I mean you could hear his Dad over everybody, “Hit em lick, JC!”

You know, they have PA systems announcing the game, but when Jeff’s Dad went to hollerin, I swear…the man WAS the PA system! Once he yelled out from the stands…it got quiet for a moment or two.
People were like, “WHAT was that?” Then somebody would speak up that had been to the Apopka High school football games before and heard Harry Haskell yell, and they’d say, “Aw, it’s nothing, sit back down and watch the game! It’s just JC’s Dad!”

His Mom and Dad, shoot, when I was over there, they WERE, my Mom and Dad. Same with his brother and sister, Ronnie and Tina, also.

In reality, we were really, just family. Well, cept for JC, he was always like family too, but more like, a Cuzin. Naw, not like your Mom and Dad’s brothers and sisters kids, but something a lot farther removed, kinda like great, great, great, great….great, great, great…great uncle…or aunt’s children!

JC’s one fantastic guy, and I’m just pickin at him this morning. Growin older and thinkin back on “the good times, with friends.”

I remember my Grannie Margaret, Granddaddy, and Nannie Murphy, bless em all. I can only fantasize of them coming back through the door, or goin out to their house and spending the weekend, or Granddaddy taking me down to the camp with him for the week.

Me and him in my eyes we were equals. God I loved that man, and there’s no question that he cherished me…I was the first-born grandson, and that man was proud of that fact.

So there was so much bond or love between us, that it literally exuded out of him at times, so that in itself, to me, was almost as if…we were just buddies…equals! Just being around Granddaddy were some of my most enjoyable times in my whole life. Plus…he taught me to work.

Nannie Murphy, God rest her soul, loved me just as much, but no more, or no less than any of her other children and grandchildren.

She never had a driver’s license, yet worked her entire life as a nurse, and raised 5 children, right by herself. How’d she get back and forth? She walked.

4 of the children were hers, and one she raised on account of the child’s bad home life. Nannie took her in, and raised her as one of her own! That was how Nannie was.

Nannie, till her dying day, NEVER once called and didn’t ask, “Son, are you warm? Do you have enough underwear and socks? Have you got plenty to eat?” Then, after I assured her that I was fine, we’d talk about any other thing that happened into our minds.

Grannie Margaret, for some reason, I was always tryin to aggravate her, and in many cases was successful in my attempt! She was Granddaddy’s wife, and it seems Granddaddy had taken it upon himself to teach me a few things. One of which was…how to cuss!

I have to say that evidently I’d learned how pretty well, because from the time I was 3-4 years old, man, I could sling em out at ya! I guess I talked so dirty around Grannie was that, simply…Granddaddy wouldn’t let her whip me! LOL! I had…a free pass out at their place!

Grannie told me several times that while I was out at their place she’d be in the kitchen cooking supper. Their living room sat kinda catty-cornered from the kitchen, and although she couldn’t see me physically, she COULD, hear me in there just cussin up a storm.

Well, she said she’d gotten to the point that she figured if she just ignored me, I’d eventually…just shut up. Not me, she said. They had a rocker that if you rocked hard enough, you could bend forward in it, and see into the kitchen.

Grannie claims, and since she’s now gone I consider that all it is, is “a claim,” that I’d get that dern chair rockin as hard as I could, and when it rocked forward far enough, I’d holler out, “Sh..”
She’d be in the kitchen tryin her best to ignore me, hopin I’d get tired of her showing no response, and once again, I’d just shut-up.

She’d say at that point, I’d go to rockin even harder, all the time peerin around the corner, getting louder and louder, just a hollerin, “Sh..!” Once she finally had enough, she’d come flyin into the living room givin me “the what for!”

At that point, I’d stop. Mission accomplished. I’d… “pis… Grannie off, and it showed! Now, on to something else!

My reasoning behind sharing this with you guys today is simple. I used to dread the thought of growing older. That’s no longer the case. I cherish growing older now. It allows me the opportunity to go back in time, and relive my favorite memories.

Yes, these memories are just that…memories, but, my God, at all the wonderful people I’ve known that are no longer here, but still today, they can put a smile on my face, and because of this, I keep one in my heart as well.

I have truly been blessed, by the people our Lord saw fit to put into my life, to share those wonderful times with.

I love them all, and yes, I do miss them!

I also like the opportunity of enjoying the truly simple things in life that age, furnishes us with. I guess a word that while younger didn’t seem to be in my vocabulary ,but has become now, not just a word, but a virtue…it’s called, PATIENCE.

I look at many things today from an entirely different perspective than when I was, “still wet behind the ears!” LOL!

The beauty God put here for us to take note of. 20 years ago, I couldn’t give a hoot about the birds singing, or watching the rain roll off the roof while sitting in the porch swing during an afternoon shower.

Deb and I were in the greenhouse just this past week, and we must have spent 10 to 15 minutes watching a butterfly work. Can you imagine that at age 25? Me either! Yet, what a pleasure it is anymore to take the time and just…observe. Life truly is a wonderful gift, isn’t it? Growing older is a gift as well!

Well, that’s about all I have to say for today, and I hope possibly, it inspired a few of you guys out there to stop, smell the roses, and to give thanks to our creator for blessing us with this truly tremendous gift…the gift of life!

Oh, I almost forgot. Our good friend, Gary, asked for Aunt Ann’s Squash pickle recipe, so this is for you Mr. Gary! Along with an added bonus…her pickled okra recipe too! Enjoy, my friend!

Squash Pickles

• 2 POUNDS YELLOW OR SUMMER SQUASH
• 3 MEDIUM ONIONS
• 1/4 CUP OF SALT
• 2 CUPS WHITE VINEGAR
• 2 CUPS SUGAR
• 1 TEASPOON CELERY SEED
• 1 TEASPOON TUMERIC
• 2 TABLESPOONS MUSTARD SEED

Wash squash and slice thin. Peel onions and slice thin. Cover both with water and add salt. Let stand one to two hours. Drain

Bring vinegar, sugar and seasonings to boil and pour over vegetables. Let stand 3 to 4 minutes. Bring to a boil, stirring and boil 4 minutes.

Pour into hot sterilized jars and seal.

Aunt Ann’s Pickled Okra:
• 2 pounds tender, small, fresh okra
• 5 pods hot red pepper
• 5 cloves garlic, peeled
• 1 quart white vinegar
• 1/2 cup water
• 6 tablespoons salt
• 1 tablespoon celery seed

Wash okra and pack in 5 hot sterilized pint jars. Put one pepper pod and 1 garlic clove in each jar.

Bring remaining ingredients to boil. Pour over okra and seal. Let stand 8 weeks before using.

Serve chilled.

Note: If pepper pods are not available, use 1/4 teaspoon crushed, dried, hot red pepper for each jar.

Yield : 5 pints

We want you guys to have a great day, and God Bless! As always, my better half Deb, advises to keep a smile on your face, and one in your heart!

Dub and Deb