do the right thing So my Dad's house burned down last night. No one was injured, thankfully. Michelle's girls are down in Louisiana visiting their grandparents. They don't know yet. Dad called me this morning pretty shook up. A half hour later, he said, and they would have been asleep. At this point it looks like a transformer for outside lights exploded in the back of the house.

Summer=idleness=trouble. I just don't care for summer. I'm tired of heat waves and sweat and dead senior citizens and loud music and war and serial killers and civil unrest and global warming. Even the gossip pages in the paper are depressing. Failed marriages and drug addictions and shaving 'accidents' and car wrecks. I'm tired of the Yankees just walking all over the Rangers like it's nothing.

Bring on Autumn, and the romance of the changing seasons. At least it makes life a little more...pretty.  ¶ 7/28/2006 11:43:00 AM