(Yes, this is a true story) In a neighborhood in Jackson, Mississippi, people are finding bowls of mashed potatoes on their cars, porches and mailboxes.   It was reported that some residents fear there's a more sinister message behind the potatoes.  

As I continue to keep on living my Forever Young fantasy, I realize that, however I may really look, my countenance is naturally masked by my beard.

Picture this. A local restaurant. A favorite. Where the locals eat. You’ve eaten there before. Often Only problem is that they don’t take reservations. Often a wait. My question is. While walking over to the restaurant do you anticipate waiting for a table?

This is a sober reminder to appreciate your loved ones always, because you never know what tomorrow will bring. Over a week ago, I woke up to a text message from my mom, telling me she was having heart issues and that she was at the hospital. This text came in at 11pm, but I had been asleep for an hour. It was now 6am when I read the message. I called Mom and she had, had a heart attack. We were both shocked. Mom is a massage therapist, a personal trainer, and pretty much eats lettuce, broccoli, and water. If Colleen can have a heart attack, anyone can.

  As I write this blog, Memorial Day is coming to a close. I hope you all had a lovely, relaxing day with family and friends and talked about how different this Memorial Day was from the last.

With most of the weekend being a wash-out, I am still hoping that the weather clears later today so we can have a bar-b-que. All of our plans, from seeing the Blue Angels on my friend’s boat on Saturday to having our kids over on Sunday for a day at the pool and a bar-b-que,  were rained out.  

Those who follow me on twitter and some others there and Friday’s blogger know Shelly and I enjoyed a proud parent moment last week.

We all have routines. At some level they're comforting and at the same time can cause stress. This morning I observed mine.   I woke up at 5A (it's usually around 5 - 5:30A), grabbed my phone to see if there any emergencies like a typo in someone's blog. I sauntered (yes saunter) downstairs, selected and ground some beans to make coffee in my french press. At any given time I have 3 or 4 different types of coffee to select from. Today it was Kona coffee from Hawaii, Vera from California and Founders from Brooklyn (I'm a worldy coffee drinking man:).