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 It's Sunday morning and there is nothing going on so here I am.  It's been a wierd week.  As many of you know, I don't deal with death very well.  June 26th was the 34th anniversery of John's death.  So far this week, Ed McMahan, Farah Faucett, Michael Jackson and this morning, pitchman Billy Mays have all passed away.  All but Ed McMahan died before their time in my opinion.  Yesterday, Stacy takes me to see the movie, "My Sister's Keeper".  Probably one of the saddest movies I have ever seen, besides anything by Michael Moore.  I didn't even want to get out of bed this morning I was so depressed.

There were some responses to the last post from some of the participants.  "Al" called and reminded me that one of the reasons they pulled that prank is because "Chris" had always been suspicious that "Al" had been secretly having a relationship with Heidi.  "Al" also wanted his fake name to be Vlad the Impaler.  He always was a dreamer. 

Stacy and I made the journey to Cozad Nebraska a couple of weekends ago to attend Al's son Michael's wedding.  We also provided the musical entertainment.  Al and I used to dances together in Scottsbluff or $15 a night.  Times have really changed as now we get upwards of $20!  I have two pictures from that time in Scottsbluff showing Al and I doing dances.  Al is wearing the same denim coveralls in both pictures.  It was dark at Michael's reception and I think Al might have been wearing it that night too!

And so comes the end to another exciting venture into the mind of a delivery boy.

That is all...Peters out!