Mrs. Cowperson makes the calls - making them right now as a matter of fact - and I wait in some obscure hiding place hoping I don't get called to the phone. So far, I've been lucky as my secondary mission is sending out the obligatory Christmas e-mails.
My brother phoned from Florida last night though . . . . and I visited my father's grave at Pine Lake two days ago, our second Christmas without him.
Cowperson
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Dear Lord, help me to be the kind of person my dog thinks I am. - Anonymous
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