Three Score and Ten [Now Thirteen

Three Score and Now Eleven + Day 123

Dear Grandsons and All
We made it back from the Northwoods yesterday. My brother had opened up the end of the driveway so we could get in. They had gotten a lot of rain the night before, so it was all ice and snow. The wife and I had to be careful taking the little dog out. She has to be careful of falling. Also, along with me unloading the van and then loading the ice fishing gear. I can drive it without stopping in 3 plus hours. Not that far, But the weather is much more severe, a night and day difference. Down here there is no ice and no snow yet, much easier to cope as you age. But I now am ready now for ice.

Yesterday on the way home we stopped and picked up internet auction house winnings. It is always a crap shoot. I only have pictures to go by so sometimes I take it on the chin. This time I was disappointed in a couple of lots. I need to be more caucious. You guys are going to have a lot of things to go through. But I cannot just up and quit, once you get the disease it is with you for life. I have been auction buying since being about ten years old. I remember that first auction vividly, and what I bought, how it opporated and where it was. My mother dropped me off, and I stood among the other men and bid. Then they had runners that brought you your item and you paid cash to the runner right away. I was a day to remember. I bought a fence stretcher and something else. I wish I could remember what, I may still have it. The auction business sure has changed in 60 years. I sure would like to take you guys to an old-fashioned farm auction. I will give you guys' money to bid with and we will fill up the van. Then you will be hooked for life. There is nothing that makes my blood boil more than a good auction, but they are far and view in between now. Sweet Dreams