At dinner I was seated next to "Wolfie," a man with cerebral palsy who was also afflicted with such in high school. He asked me to cut his salad and his meat for him, as he only has one operable hand. Glad to do it.
On the political front, the Real Clear Politics polls are again at a dead heat for Romney vs Obama. Hard to believe that anyone but a small cadre of socialist-fanatics are voting for Obama. I will be so glad when the election is over and we can all turn to other things. On November 7, we will finally know if the polls were right and the lay of the political landscape. Do we keep America or do we lose it to the forces of "progressivisim"?
My eldest son and my youngest son are both here for the weekend, the latter showing off his new Pomeranian puppy. Bogie, my dog, absolutely loves her and the feeling seems mutual as they joyously chase each other around the backyard. Missy the cat is still surveying the situation from underneath the safety of the dining room table.
My persimmon tree is loaded with fruit. Wifey has started picking the ripest ones. The aroma of bacon wafts from the kitchen and it is time for my second cup of coffee. Have a great Sunday.