really? more? as in?....
a diatribe? or an encomium? or were you expecting me to rhapsodize on lost times? of course, i'm clueless, but a guess is just a visitor without a tee, and, if i dwell hard enough on that thought, it might be the reason my golf stroke is all about flogging, which i seem to be doing right now. ah yes... the words are coming, garbled, marbled and more farbled than usual, but here i digress.
what exactly were we talking about?
and... hey! good to see you once again.
hope all is well for you and yours
rich