Apple Fritters

If the weather doesn't improve to a spring-like semblance, how are we supposed to get on with things? This morning’s rain and wind are pretending to be a dominatrix but this weather is like a bad dictator who can’t see its own downfall.

My father phoned from his truck. Southbound to a dam job this morning. The stop off at the grocery yielded two, yes two, apple fritters which “vaporized.” Indeed, a sugar high is what fueled the man through the rough morning hours on the lone highway.

Graduation from Temple is around the corner, but better yet is a blessed journey to Gettysburg with family in tow. This place is going to be like a northern Graceland for a week while the Heise spearheads their one and only, Liberty, back to the Western fold.