Picturing 80 year old people having sex, grosses me out!! Course, when I was in my teens, the idea of 57 year old people having sex grossed me out. Sheesh .... sure ... doesn't gross me out now! Says alot about my cultural bias, doesn't it? Sitting here wondering, why, at 57 years of age, I still view myself ... as a teenager? I don't feel any different. My body on the other hand, knows it's 57 year old and seems to take great delight in reminding me. It just does not seem to react as fast. Seems to resist every effort I make, to make it do the things it did, easily, 30 years ago. Anymore, I can't see the fine print as well ... and for me things are starting to become black and white again, no longer shades of gray. A sure sign of age.

On Thursday evening at the Lodge, had a wonderful time sipping on Scotch with a group of friends, including David B, Corinne C, Gary B, (and his lovely Lady, Nancy), Shelley B and her paramour, (really good guy) and my little brother Karl D, et al. Someone kept my scotch glass filled, (I suspect it was Corinne C ... ). When I woke up Friday morning ... my body once again shared the penalty for living past 21, (sheesh ... what a hangover! ... ) ... fortunately, I checked out before anyone could discover my nose prints in the carpet in my room. If you have any doubts about attending our little "Family Reunion" next year, don't. Aside from getting your CLE's at the most affordable price available, presented by some of the most gifted attorney's in the State of Missouri, there is nothing like having the ability to hug "family" members.

For me, the highlight of the Conference, (aside from giving out a bunch of "hugs"), was Momma O getting the "Distinguished Service Award". It is not given out every year, but only when a person has gone the "extra mile". Momma O has done so for the past 10 years. All of the prior Committee Chairpersons will tell you the same thing Momma O and her staff make the conference happen. Make it the most successful Bar Function of any Bar in our America. I dip my FIN to a wonderful Lady, a warm, caring person and someone I am very proud to call my Friend.

I must admit, I looked forward to coming home. Two nights was way too many, to be without the ability to curl up next to the most wonderful partner a man can have. There is nothing like sleeping in your own bed and playing your Floogle Horn, in your own music hall, (I have never found hotel sandboxes as comfortable as my sandbox at Ft Timmerman .... if for no other reason, than the lack of good reading material). Tonight, I will give thanks for being home and I will say a prayer for our men and women in uniform, that they my be able to do so as well, soon. Be and sleep well, the best there is, is on watch so you can. If my post offends, I apologize, that is not my intent. As always ...

A Warm Brotherly Hug