Fridays Dispatch- The Early Edition

• My feet are cold- cannot stand that, I'm wearing fuzzy house shoes. I never wear house shoes- fuzzy or otherwise. They were given to my son for Christmas and he outgrew them before he wore them I think.
• He wears size 14 shoes and is not nearly through growing.
• I'm listening to a live recording of Cheap Tricks I Want You To Want Me and singing along. Things can't be all that bad and even if/when they are- try it, I promise it will make it all a little better.
• I've said it before, I'll say it again,"We may have gotten a lot of things wrong in the 80s and early 90s- the music was not one of them."
• Surrender is starting- even better (nearly).
• In my neighborhood it's nothing for my neighbors to check their mail or get something out of their cars in PJs, robes or nightgowns etc.
• Nearly everyone has a 4 wheeler, go kart or golf cart etc. And it seems a relatively large number ride bicycles and walk as families. The long-ish road, friendly neighbors, isolated feel, one acre lots and the pond at the end of the lane has something to do with that I think.
• One of my neighbors used to have parties and they would drag shotguns out and shoot clay birds in their front yard.
• My next door neighbor busts rounds off into his firewood stack occasionally.
• Actually nice that people can exercise their rights and freedoms that openly but, it wasn't very good for me when I first returned from Iraq.
• No, not good.
• The people across the streets dog would come to my house when she smelled breakfast cooking, nose the door open and come in and sit down and wait for her share.
• What are neighbors for I guess?
• No, not a trailer park- average house value would be about 200,000 dollars.
• Before the bubble burst.
• I can be in a sound, exhausted sleep and if the baby wakes up and says,"Daddy" I'm awake and alert and going to him.
• Yes, that's usually the first thing he says when he awakens- humbling, satisfying, terrifying, fulfilling...