Hello Again! Summer weeks are flying by. I hope this Monday finds everyone healthy, happy and enjoying mid-July.
My birthday has come and gone, and in celebrating, it occured to me that The Beatles wrote our script, Joe's and mine:
I met my love when I was just seventeen, and he still loves me, now that I'm sixty-four. Can you beat that? Did y'all know that Sir Paul was only sixteen when he wrote "64"? Ah, the brilliance of human emotions. In essence, we all love and cherish the same pretty pictures. Would you agree?
