Simple Simon sat in a corner playing his KN seven. I wish it was simple and I think it’s got a pimple so I’ll pick it with my pinky.

Also could be weird fingering or weird hands. In any event, the whipping boy will soon be gone and the hunt will start for another.

Old Gramps is sad and Grandma Ruth don't know what to do with him. Oh well, such is life.

Anyway Unc, all is not sunk, just stay with the boat and and I’m sure you will float. Just remember the keypad has sunk but if you sink before you learn, you will bloat.

Oh, man oh man, am I sad. Cee’s, please post some sad music on your thing.

Just one more thought. Gone is the seven but still there is heaven. I still got some fight so I’ll set my sight, upward, to that light. Gee, I feel a little better already.

Grandpa Doug is signing off now but looking forward to the next peeve.