I resemble those feelings. As a young boy on our gravel playground at Central grade school in north-central Wisconsin, I managed to mess up a handkerchief a day until they were all green slime in my pocket. I admired the guys… Sixth-graders… Who could put one finger over a nostril and shoot a long yellow one about 10 feet from the other nostril. What fun in those cold, coal burning days with more colds than flies on the kitchen sticky tape.
PS: Any new updates on his medical condition and status?
Mark
Michael D.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane