Good Evening

It' just about dusk here in Frisco, dad can see the sunset from the window in his room. That in it's self is encouraging because it means he's sitting up in bed. With his steady diet of medication he is starting to improve more rapidly. He walked around his room a little and is much more alert and talkative.

He enjoys sitting in his chair and listening to me read the comments people have posted on this Blog. He misses the one on one contact with people so hearing the kind words people have take the time to write really hits home. Thank you.

Sitting here in the room I tend to revert to the time passing technique that got me through most of my academic life, no it wasn't refers. Day dreaming, day dreaming has never failed me, it taught me what no teacher could.

I was just thinking about the first words I spoke and how I must have known my life was going to be different.

I was about two years old, yet to uttered a single word, mama, daddy,nothing. We were traveling through southern Utah, driving over Devils Backbone in our old rust red Datsun convertible. They call it Devils Backbone Because it's a high ,narrow, barely one lane road that drops of steeply on both sides. Well the car was packed , mom, dad my older brother Scott my sister Kay and a nice picnic lunch. I was sandwiched in the back seat between Scott and Kay were I couldn't see a thing. Frustrated with the seating arrangement I climbed over Kay's lap pulled my self up over the side of the back seat and peered over the side of the car at surely what was to be our fiery fate lying below. It was at that precise moment I blurted out "O Dod DAMN" The car screeched to a halt, once again silence.
I guess I just waiting for the appropriate time to burst forth with speech.