Jilda and I went out of town over night to a concert in Montgomery. Our friends Wes and Deidra bought us tickets for Christmas and we met them at the Coliseum for the show. The sound was not that good for some reason, but we still had a great time. We saw Blain Larson, Van Zant and Gretchen Wilson. The music was much louder than I remember from concerts we've attended in the past, but it could be the first sign of oldfartism creeping on. Even with bad sound it was a lot of fun seeing the show and seeing our friends.
This morning when we got home Jilda went to the mailbox and when she came in she said "You've Got Mail". No it's not like email because it was not an offer to get a college degree in three days or something that could double the size of my penis overnight, it was a package from my friend Dale Short. It was a copy of his new book "Turbo's Very Life." I've only read the first short story in the book but it is delightful. Emmett is the name of the story and the teller is giving directions on how to find Emmett. The language Dale uses knocks me out. I know it is only a matter of time before the world discovers my friend Dale and I'll get to say... I worked with him and he made me want to write.
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