Seven Days In Utopia

Hey, hows it goin,
Just got back from the coast. My trophy wife Betty and I took our youngest daughter to her
new school, Ecola Bible School, where she will attend for awhile. Who knows how long she
will be there? As long as it takes I guess. Uncle Donnie is taking a wait and see posture on
this whole thing, but one thing is for sure; when this kid starts something she usually finishes,
you know what I mean? She will probably play big sister to alot of these older girls, on
account of she is  a little older and wiser than her eighteen years might show. She is truely an
old soul in a young person. The thing is this school won't know what hit it, capisci mi? It's all
good, whattayagonnado?
So, after we get home, Betty and I play a little game of canasta to 5000.
Uncle D. played hard and manages a whopping 1540; Betty scores 4000 more than me.....
you do the math!
I hate that game. After that debacle we watched a pretty cool movie with Bob Duval called
Seven Days In Utopia, a great golf movie. I'm pretty sure Jesus would have you watch it.
It was very good.
Oh yeah, hadda lot of clam chowder the past coupla days and a few adult beverages. WhatamI-
gonnado, not have some? Fuggetaboudit, I had some. Just don't tell the good people at Hannahs
new school, you know what I mean?
Arrivederci,
D.