Sorry I took so long to post, but I couldn't find the floppy I had this on. This is my home (don't laugh, it's paid for). I received this as a gift from my Aunt Lennie, who died in April of last year. It sits on land that was owned by my Grandfather. The area is very rural, and comparitively quiet.

This is not my "second childhood". I'm not finished with the first one yet.

Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.

"I'd like to die peacefully in my sleep like my grandfather....not screaming in terror like the passengers on his bus." - Jack Handy