Yesterday was one of those hectic days. Not a horrible day, but at times overwhelming. One of those days that had too much in the planner. One of those days where you wish it was a 30 hour day, not 24. Not enough time for anything. The kind of day that makes you stop, catch your breath, sigh, and then move on 'cause there's too much to get done. That being said, sorry the blog was pushed aside. I realize that the reason time seems to fly by so quickly the older we get is that we're so busy the older we get. Then, one day, we're old, retired, and bored. I guess that's why I'm trying to get in as much as I can while I can. Have you rock and roll fans stopped to think that Jim Morrison would have turned 62 yesterday? Sixty two, in leather, Mr. Mojo Risin' would be getting ready for his Social Security check. And don't say 62's young 'cause that only shows you're old. And John Lennon has been gone 25 years. 25 years! Where the hell did those years go? Stop, take a deep breath, and order another Crown Royal. No time to ponder that life is quickly moving on, that the clock keeps ticking and ticking and ticking. Throw back the Crown and enjoy today for today. Take care. Later, Butch