Givin Props to my Pops

Today was going to be just another normal day at the mailbox. You know the drill I'm sure. You exit your house, take a leisurely saunter down the driveway as you soak up the warm sun, gentle breeze and blue sky. Since it wasn't freezing cold, nor raining, this was the perfect day to take in all they day had to offer and make the most out of the simple process that is, "Getting the Mail."

Upon arrival at the end of the driveway, I approached the box. The dog provided only a minor distraction as he was taking a long wizz on one of the only green patches of grass left in our yard. I reached for the handle and pulled it down. I then glanced inside while gripping the pieces of mail that the mail lady left for us today. The dog was then finished with his wizz and briskly chucked his toy "Fish" at me. He used to have a squeaky Fish, but it finally bit the dust, so he now has a squeaky ground hog. He's a dog, so as far as he knows....it's his "Fish." Anyway, after picking up the "Fish" and tossing it across the yard so the pooch could fetch it, I flipped through the envelopes in my hand.

A very unexpected envelope came in the mail today. My Dad sent Sheri and I an anniversary card. Thank you Dad....We really appreciate your thoughtfulness.

Now, I'm at BWI and will be working most of the night and into the early hours of the morning tomorrow. This message has been sent from the ASIG "Double Wide." Andy Conlin...you know where I am. Brother....the soothing sound of Rick punching in Fuel Tickets is taking place only a few feet behind me. Don't you wish you were still here?