After heart surgery, and knee replacement, Desert Sport is now available on Amazon. I think you will find this book to be my best work yet. Please let me know what you think.
We are planning promotions at dealership parties, and rallies. I hope to see old friends, and make new friends along the way!
Early this summer, things took a turn. Feeling pain in my chest, I went to the emergency room at the hospital here in Searcy. After tests, and a heart cath, it was determined that I needed open heart surgery, and soon.
Before I had time to think about it, I went to St. Vincent Heart Hospital in Little Rock, where I was shaved bare and sent to a cold, stainless steel room, full of staff, scurrying around, making preparations for what was to come.
That was seven weeks ago, and I’m far from fully functional. My heart is fine, but tiny blood clots made their way to my brain, causing me to have issued with concentration, and memory. I’m told that it should pass within six months, so please bear with me. The Crew is not gone, just relaxing after a tough mission.
My love to you all.
When I read about the kids that are snorting condoms, I had to think about the test pilot. I don’t know what else to call him/her. There had to be a first. Someone had to test it to see if it was ok for everyone else. There had to first be an idea (I want to snort something up my nose and make it come out my mouth.) Then there had to be a “What” statement. (What can I put my nose to make this work? Maybe a shoestring, a small bit of rope, a rubber tube perhaps. No, I got it, I’ll try a condom.) Then there had to be a partner. (Who can I trust to take my picture if this is successful? He or she must be trustworthy, and dumb enough to let me go through with it.) Then to top it off, there had to be a following, a reason to try it. Was it a challenge, a dare, or maybe just a need to prove one’s self?
I have to believe the first person to try this is somehow related to the first person to wonder what it would be like to stuff a gerbil up their butt