My baby is my Baby Ruth. Ruthie is my baby. If I ever find something that can DO IT better than my KN I might consider a tad bit of adultery.

Grandpa who's fickle fingers will fly from one pretty number to another without missing a note.

Thought I would sort of pop in and pop out again to let ya'all know old Gramps ain't croaked yet! I’m still dating Ruthie and that eighty one year old Great Grandma is still sleeping with Grandpa in the same bed. She still rubs her fingers through my hair while I massage my KN seven. I still fire up the crowd and Ruthie still can light a fire in me even with what looks like snow piled on my head.

Getting old and starting to see some of your children not doing too good and one die sort of gets one thinking somewhat! I guess what ever has a beginning must have an ending along the line. Some sooner and some later. Flesh and blood and even plastic boards must be enjoyed while in our lives or what’s the use?

So Ted, yes, I did find your thoughts worth reading as I would also offer mine.

Grandpa