It is 5:30 a.m. as I type this on my back porch.

I’m drinking coffee, petting my dogs, listening to the coyotes & hoot owls, and enjoying this 62 degree free air conditioning on July 24 in East Texas.

Unbelievably nice!
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"Filet that fish? Hell naw! I'll scale him, gut him, fry him up in grease, take him by the head and tail, and play him like a French Harp!" - Uncle Paul sometime in the 60s.