Amidst the din of metaphorical grinding noises, we average American family of four

advanced threadbare bipedal primates, like the mythical Phoenix, are attempting to rise

up out of the ashes. Thanks, Heath, for your wisdoms which’ve sanded a bit of the rough

edge off my self-flagellation and otherwise willingness to beat numbskull against tin horns.

The past 24 hours wit said son, after much endeavor to reach his core-whole, were more

of meaningful leaf rackings ..and collegiate level muckrakings ...and guitar eights-tradings.

So good enough, that. Din’t mean to beat this subject to its knees but it’s been weighin’.

Be Well