I was kinda hoping she would have found a boyfriend by now, but I guess that just ain't gonna happen. Guess she'll let me come home just about the time the grass starts growing and the trees need pruning, the deck needs power-washing, a few bricks need to be replaced in the sidewalk, you know, man stuff.

If I still have my health, I hope to make this trip again in 2014. I'll probably break the news to her about a year in advance, that way she'll have sufficient time to locate a good divorce lawyer. Maybe, if I'm real lucky, I'll be able to squirrel away enough money to make the trip before the lawyers get to it. If not, I'll have to find a good-lookin, rich, Cajun gal that has lots of money, don't mind livin with an old geezer on a boat, and would love me singing country love songs to her. No, wait! That's Don Mason's wife.

Gary