We love our Jacksons.

I remember being a grandson.....fond memories indeed.

Not home, nor alone. Sometimes no plans turn into the best of times. That is the beauty of what can be made of life.

YOU were a blank page - open to possibilities - and some body wrote you a fairy tale.

So glad the story ended so fabulously and the weekend turned into such a wonderful series of events. They know how to take care of you and most importantly took the time to do it.

Well said. Thanks

Perspective and scenarios . The concept changes . Home Alone . I love being alone . In my own home especially. In a perfect world Diane is coming back . I can eat what and when I want . I can sleep with the dogs under the covers . I can turn up the volume on my selected list of shoot em up movies . Blast Steely Dan late into the night ! Rare T- Bones and Rare wine ! Cigars and Single Malt !!! BUT ! What if she weren't coming home ? EVER AGAIN !! Home Alone becomes something else altogether ! What about coming Home Alone to an empty house ? For just a day ? Forever ? Everything changes . Are you comfortable in your own skin ? Even Home Alone ? Me ? Things have to be just right . If Diane flys off to Rome or Florence for a week I'm cool . Just as long as she calls once in a while to tell me she loves me . But if I don't hear those words every week or so ..... Well.... Home Alone ain't so much fun . It's all relative . Alone in my Castle ? Yeah but I share it don't I ? It's certainly not a bachelor's pad . Can I smell her presence ? I hope so . So fire up the grill and get Dire Straits on the Sub Woofer ! Throw on the beef . The best of both worlds . Diane will be back tomorrow and she loves me !

Hollander Sends

Love it!!! Saw the great pics on FB.

I bet Joanne enjoyed herself as well.

So glad you turned lemons into lemonade!!! And the Facebook pics were great.

Awesome! Nothing could be better!