As soon as I get some spare time, I plan to throw a little bull shit at Chatz, just to see what he does with it. Will he call me on it, or will he join in the fun by throwing some back at me? Sure, I could talk to real people, but that has gotten stale for me over the years. This injects some novelty into the equation. I think I know enough not to get carried away with this, but I can see how it might be dangerous for impressionable young minds.
Sorry to hear about Uncle Ken's cat tragedy. My last dog died in 2008, and I never replaced him. After being around dogs for most of my life, I wanted to see what it would be like without one. We talk about getting another pet from time to time, but it always comes back to the fact that, at this point in our lives, we can barely take care of ourselves. We certainly don't need another dependent in the house.
We don't get around much anymore, but I have noticed that Cheboygan's Main Street has evolved into an artsy-fartsy kind of place. I remember when it was all bars and hardware stores, but nothing lasts forever.
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