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Ahh. This was the good old days!

Ruby Mountains in North East Nevada.
Last year I spent a weekend in May there with my oldest grandson (who lives in Sacramento). It was fun and it was cold at night!

all mine

After my wife died, I was encouraged to join Match.com by members of my family.

It would be good for me to get out and maybe meet some new women. It was an interesting experience.

One grandmother winked at me, I winked back. I read her profile. She was ticked at the dishonesty of the men who posted. She would make a copy of the picture they posted on their profile and take it with her to their first “meet and greet.” She couldn’t tell who the guy was by his picture. She was a bit ticked.

I was in a teasing mood so I replied to her that the picture (the same on to the right here) is a couple of years old, that my teeth were mine, the hair was mine as were the joints and bones. The only two things I have lost are my virginity and my tonsils.

She read that and decided she needed to meet this crazy guy.

The ironic thing was that she fibbed about her AGE. She said she was 3 or 4 years younger, thinking it would put her in touch with a different group of men.

Anyway, we married last November. Getting close to anniversary #1? It has been good.

Looks like someone put some clear finish on this branch stump. Intriguing.

Dinner bell made from the top of a welding gas bottle. Bet it sounded good.