Today’s Blog

It’s a Terrific Tuesday!

Today started with a jaunt into Omaha for my first COVID-19 vaccination. I am glad to have the first one over with, and I go for the second one on March 30, 2021. Somehow, the THINK Whole Person Healthcare was able to secure the Moderna version of the vaccine, so here we are. One down, one to go.

This Women in Publishing Conference I’m watching all week has a LOT of vital information for me. I’ve had problems getting tuned in at the times of live presentations, but can re-watch them later. I am fortunate there are several categories I’m interested in; Children’s Books, and Fiction. There is also a General Business category which should be good, too.

The remodeling at the VFW is really going great guns! We’re ready to have the artwork hung. It will add a lot to the character of the rooms, and I’m sure they will be more appealing for rentals with the updates. They will then go on to the next rental room, the one that is smaller and more informal. What a great project to finish before summer. (I hope). Then I’ll see more of the Babe.

March 2, 1996 was a very important day for the Babe and me. It’s the first time we met. Wow, I cannot believe after being single for 16 years, I met someone who could be all I wanted. It seemed easy after all the heart-breaks I had. Him, too. I think we both had to experience the good and bad of life to really appreciate each other and our position in life. We have come such a long way, personally and professionally. We are grateful to God for each other, and the successes we’ve had.

We’ve also had our share of heartaches along the way. And scary health issues. His ischemic heart disease and eventual quad-bypass; my breast cancer and twisted, compressing spine. We’ve overcome a lot, and we’re grateful for that, too. It’s all bonus time now. Living life to the fullest and loving each other. This includes encouraging each other. I cannot wait to sit on the deck again and drink coffee with the Babe. Those times in quarantine last summer were some of our best. We plan on repeating that daily, if possible.

Gotta run. A live event is about to start on Women in Publishing. Thanks for reading today, and I will see you tomorrow! Be Safe. Be Careful.

Nope, we don’t!

Monday-WIP, 2021

My Women in Publishing conference started today. It’s a little difficult to find your way around, as the majority of the presentations didn’t load properly earlier so I hope I can find them sometime today. Even is one of the four areas covered, Children’s Books, Fiction, Non-Fiction, and Publishing isn’t exactly your forte, you can view it and learn something anyway. I hope I can watch the presentations to finish them all. Paying for the conference even at a discount is a motivator for sure.

While listening to the Children’s Books segment, I discovered somethings I hadn’t considered before. Natasha Carlow and Felicia Lee gave some beautiful presentations. One about Rainbow Babies and the subject of miscarriage, subsequent pregnancies, and the family point of view on this sad, painful topic. Culture played a part in why she wanted to tell the story. Often our stories and our pain serve others. They discover they are not alone, which is key. She pointed out there are very few books regarding this topic with a black family. I can see where this could be a problem.

A child must be able to relate to the pictures of characters in the books they read. And it is true, how can a black child or Hispanic child relate to all white families in stories? It would be hard. I never considered it before. Which brings me to Felicia’s topic, Diversity and Representation. I disliked the word diversity when I first heard it. There were still not a lot of women in the IT field where I worked from 1987 until 1999. All I wanted was to do my job and earn the pay I was qualified for. The place I worked did a great job with EEO and Affirmative Action. I didn’t see a need for diversity.

What I learned today, is diversity is not just about gender, race, religion, and what I associated with it. It is about those things AND things like family structure, jobs, gender roles (do Dad’s cook? Do Mom’s work construction?), and abilities. If an author includes those things while telling a child a story, they see the story reflecting their lives. They no longer feel as if they are looking in a window and viewing something they don’t participate in. We need both kinds of stories. It’s vital to a child’s sense of self.

Being intentional in forming characters in our stories helps both minorities and majorities. It strengthens our co-existence. We can feel things in common. In my book, “What ARE You Doing, Roxie? I’m telling a story about our grandson and our dog, Roxie. Gavin and Roxie loved each other a lot. They played and walked, and were two of a kind. Someone left our gate open after July 4th, and Roxie ran away. She was hit by a car. We were all as devastated as Gavin was. It would be hard for kids of other cultures to relate to the story, from what I heard this morning. It’s a point to ponder.

Back to the Conference now. I hope you have a beautiful day. Thanks for reading. I appreciate your support. See you tomorrow!

ATM Blues

What’s a girl to do? On my way to meet the Babe at the VFW Post to do some office work, I stopped at JoAnn’s Fabric and Craft Store. Now I know how my mom feels. The whole store was rearranged. No, it really was. Nothing was where it was before. I walked through the whole store before I found crochet hooks. I needed an M hook, and an N hook. They’re huge. I want to make a new shawl, which has pockets. It’ll be perfect for sitting on the deck on a cool spring morning or night, sipping coffee with the Babe. Mission accomplished.

It was a little crazy looking at all the new yarns there are. I hadn’t been to the store for a long time. It was amazing at all the choices. It made me want to crochet something.

I love they had a box to receive Project Linus Blanket donations. It made me smile. We love Snoopy. I heard about Project Linus, who collects the blankets, labels them, and distributes them to sick children, to hospitals, police departments, anywhere where traumatized children may be needing comfort. Comfort is what Linus received from his blanket.

Feeling a bit out of touch, I went to the ATM nearby. My card resisted being put into the slot. The new reader said “Cannot read your card.” I couldn’t remove it. The card was impossible to remove. A lady pulled in behind me, and she was able to remove it. I was grateful she was a nice person, and not a thief! She went to a different machine. I also drove to a different one.

I went to another machine. Same thing. I was across the street from where the Babe was, and he came to pull the card out. I give up, First National Bank. Why would you change the hardware of your machines without making sure all existing cards would work in them? C’mon, inquiring minds want to know. A phone call reveals I need to go to a branch office, and have them issue me a new ATM card. Wow. Another item on the to do list. OK, it could be worse.

My spirit was down today. I suppose it has a lot to do with seeing Mom declining. I also am working to tie up loose ends around the house, format my kids book, and continue on my novel. Not enough hours in the day. People told us retirement goes too fast. I believe they are right! I have a Women in Publishing Conference this week, and I’m looking forward to it. There are several topics I hope are as good as they sound. There is a risk involved always. I’ll let you know if this is a real deal or not. It sounds like it’s legit, so we’ll see.

Thank you for reading tonight. It’s been a long day, but a wonderful weekend. Tomorrow begins not only a new week, but a new month. The month of springtime. Yes, it will be here sooner than later. Have a beautiful rest of the evening. Sleep well. Be Safe out there, too. Be Kind and Courteous. We’re all in this together. See you tomorrow. 

Vaccination #2; In The Books

Once again, the nurses at Immanuel Medical Center (CHI) in Omaha did themselves proud. Mom got her second vaccination today, so she should be good to go. We picked up lunch and took it to her house. She told me in two years, her house will be 100 years old, so she wants to have a party then. OK, we’ll see how it goes. Always looking forward to parties. That’s Mom.

There was a gentleman there who had a birthday today. Once the nurse noticed on his paperwork it was his birthday today. She started us in singing Happy Birthday to him. It was so nice! Mom commented how wonderful the staff was, they were positive, encouraging, and it was another great experience. Mom is pleased she is finished with the vaccinations, and hopes I get mine very soon.

Later this afternoon, the Babe received an e-mail from our docs office. They have some vaccine that had delivery issues, so our pharmacy will be administering the vaccine by appointment only. I’m glad I got an appointment on Tuesday. Yay!

Today I missed my last segment of Identifying my type of creativity, etc. I didn’t arrive home on time to see it. I’m not sad about it, either. I was getting confused trying to categorize myself, and I decided I’d rather spend my time writing or learning how to brand myself, rather than go down a path and get stuck somewhere. And so it goes!

And now it’s Saturday. I apologize for not finishing this yesterday. There wasn’t enough time between Mom’s Covid Vaccination and leaving for the VFW Post’s Fish Fry. The Babe is on the Kitchen Help Team for this event. It was another success, and we overheard people we didn’t know saying they heard about it last week from friends. Word of mouth is the very best advertisement!

Today, volunteers are working to paint the North Room at the post. It’s the larger room they rent out for weddings, parties, etc. It has new ceiling tiles, light fixtures, vinyl flooring, and next week will have cleaned carpeting and new artwork. It will be a more versatile room to rent and decorate. The volunteers are doing a great job!

The generosity of people is something to behold. There is nothing a focused group of people can’t do. It doesn’t matter if it’s collecting canned goods, essentials for a Veteran’s apartment after being homeless, clothing drives, and sprucing up a facility housing a VFW Post. People are generous with their time, their resources, and are so willing to help if you just put the word out. Moving Veterans Forward is a non-profit organization we work closely with. They help furnish apartments for formerly homeless Veterans. It’s very rewarding to publish lists of what’s needed, and to see it appear in the donation bins. Like magic. Thanks to all who participate.

I am officially registered through my doctor’s office @ Think Whole Person Health Care for my first Covid shot. I will receive it on Tuesday morning. I’m relieved, I’m somewhat compromised due to asthma, but pretty healthy otherwise. It’ll be an experience, that’s for sure. I know many people won’t get a shot. I would rather be safe than sorry about the whole thing. I think back to the Swine Flu in the later 1970s and just recently. I got the shot both times. I had no ill effects. I trust that will be the case again.

Thanks for reading today, I appreciate it. See you again tomorrow, and we’ll visit again. Be Safe out there, it’s a beautiful pre-spring day. The winter hasn’t left yet, but we will enjoy a warmer day whenever we can get one. Be Kind and Courteous, too.

I. Just. Can’t. Decide!

In the week-long free training I’m taking from Julia Roberts (no, not the actress), we are supposed to be decoding our own creativity. This is about the psychology of creativity. Apparently, we are supposed to fit into one of two kinds of creative thinker. Either divergent (lots of ideas, thinks giant big picture, has unique associations; OR convergent thinker (selects idea, perfects it, communicates it creatively).

Trouble is, it depends on what I’m doing. I can do either. Not bragging. Kind of like realizing I am probably a whole brained person. Logic prevails in some situations, creativity in others. I can honestly say I do both.

We were also to choose what kind of thinker we are; Fast Paced, or Slow Paced. Again, it depends on the situation. It depends on what I’m doing.

On Day Two, we learned how creative thinking works:

Clarify – Focus on right problem.

Ideate – Wants BIG Ideas

Develop – Gets the idea perfect

Implement – Just wants to get it done.

Day Three, yesterday, we were to claim our creative strengths and struggles. Still confused as to what I am, I posed the question if our strengths depended on what we were doing? Ms. Roberts said no, what we are doesn’t change. We’re either one or the other. I truly struggle with this. I still can’t pick. What’s a creative to do? It’s not that I’m wishy-washy.

Later in the presentation, before I had to cut it short to go get our Addison from school, the term “Integrator” was introduced. I thought, “This must be what I am! I don’t have to pick. I know I can do all these things at the proper time.” I wonder what we’ll learn today? More on that tomorrow.

Next week will be so busy! I have a Women in Publishing Conference (via Zoom), and I’m looking forward to it. It’s amazing we have the technology to participate in these things, isn’t it? I’m eager to get started. If you’re interested, I believe you can still register until Friday.

Life is so much fun with things to look forward to, isn’t it? I like to learn, especially about things I know nothing about. It makes things a little more familiar along this road we’re on. I appreciate you keeping me company along the way. Thanks for reading today, I’ll see you all tomorrow. Be Safe! Be Kind. Be Courteous. The weather is finally above freezing, we should all be in a great mood!

Buyer, Beware!

I think part of the responsibility of membership in various author groups is to alert others new to this business of scams. Since my attorney is taking care of all the fees, filing fees, and any other costs associated with establishing Jewell Publishing, LLC, I became suspicious of four official looking letters I’ve received since the first of the month.

Of the four photos above, the two middle ones are the only legit paperwork. In fact, they’re the same letter, just zoomed in. The far left and far right are scammers, trying to get money from a newcomer to the publishing business, namely, me. I’m glad I could ask my attorney about them. Two were requests for publishing notices, which the attorney is doing, one is demanding I purchase a Labor Law poster for $94. The Name Publishing Company wants another $117. The four notices could have cost as much as hiring an attorney to tend to your business.

Just a caution, folks. Sometimes in our excitement, we forget to question things. Sometimes we believe things are legit when they’re not. I would not want other newbies to fall for scams. I hope it helps you!

On a lighter note, have I told you about the VFW Post 2503 Honor Guard ammo? The Honor Guard, when attending to a Veterans funeral rites, fire three volleys. It it NOT a 21-gun salute. It is three volleys. 21-gun salutes are reserved for the President, and heads of state. In reality, if eight guys are firing, you have a 24-gun salute. It’s a common misconception. I just learned the real story a couple years ago.

In order to fire these three volleys, they need blank ammunition. Where do we get it? From the DOD (Department of Defense). There are rules to follow when ordering the ammo. It needs to be delivered to an address where someone can receive it and sign for it. The first time the Babe ordered it and had it sent to our address, I was shocked. The Fed Ex guy was bringing two wooden boxes of clearly marked “Ammunition” to our house. I signed, then closed the door.

“Hey, Babe, what’s with the Ammunition delivery? We don’t have a firearm, do we?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot to tell you.” He then explained the rules, and it was fine. I’ve received many boxes of ammo since then. Usually the delivery guy will put it in the back of my SUV. At that height, it’s easier for the Babe to move it to his car. In fact, there are two boxes of it in the back of my Honda Passport right now.

Yep, I’m Sure The Delivery Guys Wonder.

Right after I finished yesterday’s blog, the delivery came. I had to head up to Walmart for our grocery order. I didn’t think twice about the two boxes of ammo in the cargo space. As I looked in the rear view mirror as the back door opened, I saw the Walmart employee do a double take. It was humorous to say the least.

I wonder if he told anyone, “Yeah, this Grandma looking lady had two boxes of ammo in her trunk. Wonder what she’s doing with that?”

“You’ll never believe what I saw in a car when I was loading a grocery order.”

It is kind of funny. There is a shooting range about six blocks from Walmart. This is how stories get started, you know? It just takes one odd thing we want to expand on. Footprints in the snow. A dog whining and acting nervous. You can create a great story and watch it grow.

Today is the third day of five for a Facebook Group session on Write Without The Fight. We’re learning to identify our style and work through impasses in our working. Trouble for me is, just as I use both sides of my brain, creative and logical, I also can use different thinking styles: Fast or Slow paced, Divergent or Convergent, and Ideate and Implement when necessary. I’m not bragging here, I just cannot pick one I do best and one I do worst. I’ll have to ask Julia Roberts, the facilitator, if that’s possible. I do think it’s from working in IT. We would have to do all these things at once to solve problems.

What a difference a year makes?

25 pounds lost, a business founded, and a kids book nearing publishing. It’s been a good year.

Thank you for reading today. Watch out for scams, whatever you do! And just think of the stories lying about, waiting to be told, embellished, and turned into novels. I need to put all the backup papers into the storage boxes, and claim our kitchen table back from the tax prep man. See you tomorrow! Make it a great day. Be Safe.

Self-Assessment

This and next week, I’m taking lots of online classes. A Facebook writer’s group I belong to, Write Without The Fight, has a series this week that will help us blast through those times we just can’t write. There are lots of theories why we “get” Writer’s Block. I might agree we’re procrastinating; and it’s usually out of fear. Fear of not being good enough. Fear of not writing well, not being liked, etc. stops a lot of people. By my point in life, that doesn’t matter anymore. 

Our questions were twofold; What kind of creative thinker are you?; and what kind of thinker are you? “What,” you say? I say it depends on what I’m doing. Why?

As a retired systems analyst, I received calls to Mutual of Omaha in the middle of the night. There would be a problem over a program ending abnormally. I had to be a divergent thinker (full of ideas). We needed to think fast; get the program going again. I can go back home to sleep.

Working on something I’m unfamiliar with, I had to be a slower thinker. Assessing what the program was doing. And why. Looking where we might make a change. Then test the results before having Operations do their thing.

I’d do some convergent analysis. Work at a slow pace. Think things through. I took a few perfect places to insert the fix. I needed to get home. The kids needed to get up for school. I would get ready to go back to work, in full business work attire – showered, suit, pantyhose, blouse tucked in, hair and makeup done. One memorable night, I went to bed at 11:30 p.m.; they called me at midnight; I went to the office and returned home at 6 a.m. Short night for sure.

As a “retiree,” and now an author, a woman who created her own publishing company, her own daily blog, and soon to release a children’s book, I use my brain in creative endeavors, until it comes to the business part of my life. Then, well, it’s all business.

I can’t wait to hear about today’s class, at 2 p.m.; Name the Unnameable. Thy name is Writer’s Block? My personality kind of shuns the trendy things, writer’s block being one thing I sort of doubt. What keeps me from writing? Time, most of the time. And chronic pain, when I just can’t sit in my office chair anymore. Oh, I can go to the recliner. It’s not isolated from everyone (the dogs, the Babe), and what they’re doing.

I write better when I’m at my seat, feeling the creative vibes of my studio/office. It’s my safe place for sure. Just like the old Beach Boys song, “In My Room.” Being the only girl, I had my own room. My sanctuary. My hurts were left at the door, and I’d enter a world where I drew, designing clothes, wrote plays for my girlfriend Karen and I to act out, and wished all the stuff teenage girls wished.

Now, in the Home Office, my quilting studio, my writing and business office, I dream, design quilts and stories, and get ready to tell the world my stories. There’s always a story. Make yours a good one. I will, too. Thanks for reading today; time to go pick up groceries. The fridge looks like one in a single guy’s apartment. Bare! See you tomorrow!

If Nothing Changes, Nothing Changes

Whatever habit we need to change, if we don’t change it, nothing will change. We have to put in the work. Henry Van Dyke said, “As long as habit and routine dictate the pattern of living, new dimensions of the soul will not emerge.”

If we want to lose weight, we need to cut calories and increase activity. No shortcuts. Yes, it’s hard. The Babe and I started Keto in October, 2020. We’ve lost 25 pounds each, and we’re happy with that amount so far. To reach the end goal, however, we need to get back to the habits we changed and implement them once again. We had a great weekend with some splurges included, and are ready to get back to work again.

If I want to write and publish books, I need to enact some different habits as well. All things considered, I need to build in some time to let my back rest during the day, so I can work longer at the computer. It’s hard to work around a disability, but I have to figure something out. I have books inside of me that need to be published and shared.

We have to be ready to risk the comfort of old ways for the prospect of a new tomorrow. The new tomorrow can be having a healthier body and extended life. The new tomorrow can be contributing to the happiness of others by writing entertaining books. The new tomorrow can also be modifying any part of your life that causes you distress; such as an addiction or unhealthy habit.

Often, the addicted person thinks they are in control of their world. That thinking is always wrong; they are not in control, nothing could be further from the truth. They are under the control of their addiction. Denial is at it’s best when addiction, enabling, or justification is happening. If we don’t challenge those bad habits, justifications, or enablers, we’re stuck. We’ll never get beyond the discomfort in our lives. Our negative behaviors continue. We find no hope. We mope that we’re unhappy.

We don’t sense we need changes in life unless we get very uncomfortable. We go through the same old motions day after day. We can’t produce anything else. Until we decide to change. We need to commit to lose the weight, stop drinking or doing drugs, quit smoking, let your kids accept the consequences of their actions, learn something new, do something we’ve always wanted to do.

Change. It’s usually for the good. Whether we want to at first or not. It’s so worth it. Good things are ahead. You will find more folks like you. You never guessed there were so many. Reach out, you’ll find them. You can learn and grow together. Life has so much to offer. Making the most of it feels so much better than being stuck in a rut. There is life after addiction, after kids, after the job. What do you want to do for the next twenty years of your life? Change what you need to, keep what works. Your life will change for the better.

Thank you for reading tonight. The morning was full of doctor appointments for the Babe; he’s fine, they were just annual checks on the carotid artery surgery from two years ago. All is good. Sometimes it’s a little scary, and we’re nothing but grateful things are good. We will see each other earlier tomorrow. Be Safe out there!

Hedwig and The Angry Inch

See this! It doesn’t matter your age, your beliefs, or your taste in music, there is something for everyone here to appreciate. The Acting. The Music. The stage presence of the actors and the band. Even the pre-show where Billy McGuigan sings some old songs and a few from his new album, “Together.”

It felt good to be attending a live show again. When the Babe retired, we tried new things we’d never done before. We became members of the Omaha Community Playhouse, and saw many plays of high quality, and the annual Christmas Show “Yesterday and Today,” which is a Beatles tribute show performed by Billy and his brothers Ryan and Matthew. A very talented group of musicians. Billy has a pool of amazing musicians to choose from and uses everyone in the best way possible.

The people at the Waiting Room did an outstanding job of only selling 25% capacity for the show. We were more than socially distanced, seated at our table. We could remove our masks while seated, which was good. It was safe and gave us a sense of security with the precautions they enforced. The Waiting Room is in Benson, at 6212 Maple Street. Get there super early! Parking is hard. Doors open at 6:30 pm, Billy performs at 7 pm, show starts at 7:30 pm.

Hedwig has one heckuva voice, whether singing as herself or as himself. The Angry Inch is a rock band who backs up Hedwig, the internationally ignored superstar (in her mind). You learn of her past life, her later life, and her quest to escape East Berlin before the wall fell. It was an historic time for sure. Her desperation to leave Germany was so intense, she resorted to some drastic measures.

The quest to find your “other half” is something we all experience. Hedwig’s was of utmost importance to her. Part stand-up comedy, part rock musical, and part play, it has it all! The female lead was fantastic. What a voice! She rocked the place in fine fashion. And the best part? Evelyn Hill is a senior at Central High School. What a young talent! The possibilities that lie ahead for her!

Jesse White is incredible as Hedwig. The stories and songs tell the story how he started out as Hansel in East Berlin. He came to have a sex change operation, which was botched. No wonder he’s angry!

It was hugely entertaining for a chilly Saturday night in Nebraska. It was worth the drive and the price of admission. When it ended, we wanted more. More shows open later this spring and summer. There are post cards available at your seat to remember dates and places of other Rave On Production shows this year.

It’s going to be an exceptional year, being entertained by the genius that is Billy (always up for a challenge), Ryan (he has quite the stage presence, folks! Pay attention, you’ll see why!), and Matthew (the most excellent musical director) McGuigan, Max Meyer (one of the best lead guitarist’s you’ll ever see), Jay Hansen (Superman), and Larell Ware (Drums – my he’s good!). And I have to say, Kate Whitecotton, House Manager and CEO of Rave On Productions, is the most organized person on earth; she excels at coordinating everything for the performers. Kathleen Kersey is the Volunteer of the Year, selling merch at most of the shows. She knows her stuff, and which versions of the bands performed which version of the CD’s.

For your mental health, make a date tonight or next weekend for the remaining shows of Hedwig and the Angry Inch, at the Waiting Room Lounge. You will not be disappointed. Thanks for checking in today. We’ll see each other tomorrow. I look forward to it.

Saturday Morning Thoughts

VFW Post 2503, where the Babe is Quartermaster, did something they’ve never done before last night. They held their first ever Friday Fish Fry! It was a huge success, given that many Churches in the Omaha cancelled their Fish Fry’s because of COVID. We took the plunge and had a great turnout. It was so nice to see a crowd, complying with mask-wearing mandate, coming together for a meal.

As I watched the people, it occurred to me all this virus has stolen from us. I saw families with teenagers, families with young children, and older couples. The Babe worked in the kitchen, and I didn’t see much of him all evening. I saw people who were guests of the Post, members of the Post and Auxiliary, and prospective new members. It was great.

The good thing is this 89 year old VFW Post is trying new ways to expand it’s membership. We are trying new events. We are remodeling the building, and it’s coming along nicely. The North Room, the larger of two event venues, has new flooring where the old tile was. The carpeting is too expensive to replace, so a super-thorough cleaning will be the finishing touch after painting is complete. We’ve ordered new wall sconce fixtures and installed them. We have ordered matching sconces for the South Room, also. Those will be installed during the last phase. Below are photos of the Fish Fry and some of the remodeling.

The Bar will be repainted and the ceiling tiles will be replaced as well. Carpet cleaning is in order for there, too. We’re going to lighter, neutral colors. Grey is the new beige, right? Sprucing the place up for our 90th birthday celebration next April will give the aging members a chance to see their traditions are being carried on for the next generations of Veterans of Foreign Wars.

Sometimes, an elderly lady recounts her experiences with the Post and Auxiliary. The place was packed every Friday night long ago. They sponsored a lot of dances, charitable events, fundraisers, Poker Runs, Raffles, and even purchased flagpoles in honor of a member who passed away. If you are near the flagpoles, there is a plaque in honor of Don Steiner, purchased by his wife, Sherri. It’s a place to go and remember. Sherri donated money for all the flagpoles.

There is also an area with Memorial Bricks, each purchased by members and friends. I purchased a group of them, honoring my Grandfather, Father, and two uncles, who were in WWI, WWII, and Korea. They are placed together and I am proud to see them. Two others I purchased for an Uncle (a Veteran and Omaha Police Officer), and one for the Babe, who served in Vietnam. All the bricks have memories attached to them, unseen to the naked eye. But the people they represent live on in our hearts.

Through the years we have met children of folks our ages. The now grown “kids” talk about the fun they had playing shuffleboard, bowling machine games, and cards. It would be nice for the Post to be a place like that again. The more good memories kids have, the better off they are. So are we. Make some good memories today. Do it every day, and it becomes a habit. Before you know it, your life is filled with joy.

Thank you for reading, I appreciate it so much. More tax work today – a nap won out yesterday! I look forward to our next visit tomorrow. Have a beautiful day. Be Safe out there!