Why Is It That...?

Hmmmmmm. If that means you want to have a new wife, an old house, a brand new baby, be a free-lance musician, so some side jobs as a trim carpenter, rehab an 80-year old room, suck drywall dust, sling plaster, resolder a brace on your horn and almost burn through the bell, did I mention a new baby (boy, 8lbs/8oz) and still try not to auger a bajillion dollar spacecraft into a planet... then yeah, I suppose you could join me. ;o)

Just don't be joining our beloved Paully Rad... leastways not yet.

Without getting to philosophical, I think I yusta devote a little too much time to the wreck. Oh not that it wasn't fun, productive and informative... just I've actually got priorities and there just isn't time to shoot the s*it - on-topic or otherwise. Oh well. Life goes on, s*it happens. The group seems to be in capable enough hands.

And in my own skewed way, I even miss ole Bennett.

But don't worry Tommy-Boy - I still love ya, ya big galoot. So don't say good-bye, just say, "I'll polyurinate in this trough no more."

O'Deen

"Odeen" wrote >

Congrat's Paddy ... on all the above. Good to see you're still around (with slightly readjusted priorities as mentioned).

Regards,

Rick